Lunch...Van Halen....Strippers.

[rustoffa]

Me and a couple of the fellas from work went to the crazy horse saloon earlier for a quick (business) lunch.
We got there just as they were opening for business and the air bristled with good will towards men as we made our way to a table by the stage.

As you know, the cute little things aren't exactly early risers and things were a bit slow to start....
We ordered lunch, chatted with the shooter girl/waitress and wondered where the jiggles were......

A couple of annoying techno songs drift by, still grumpy gussies griping at the bar.

Some Black Crowes song fades out (still no skin) and the natives are gettin' restless as you can imagine.

*BOOYA*!

Can't Get This Stuff No More comes cranking outta the more than ample sound system.....motherfuckers are still gettin' restless....

You guessed it.....Right as Dave busts into "Got me a date with a supamodel", Serenity busts onto the stage wearin' nothin' but a Santa hat!

What a way to kick off the long weekend ah Say ah say!

[Dickface McSlapnuts]

hello you no good bastards..

It's a known fact that that strippers at the lunch crowd aren't as good as the night crowd.

Typically they make the bowlegged and camel-toed, flap jacked tittied ones work lunch and leave the evenings to the hot asses..

So anotherwards all the chicks who don't have breasts implants and serving up chicken wings and fries to the masses..


Goodbye you bastards...

[Matt White]

"camel-toes & flap jacks"

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Sounds more like Breakfast.