I can only say this....the last strip club I entered was two miles from United States Naval Submarine Base, Groton, CT. I don't think I need to get into the details of the quality of the, um, er, ahh....., lets just say ladies and be done with it...

Hey! Teeth cost extra dude! Deal with it. Seriously, since this thread is so far beyond off topic, I thought I'd share a funny strip club story. When I was doing my PhD in Austin I had to take an anthro class that reguired feild work. I chose to ride along with the Travis County SD. The deputy I was assigned to was a stickler for law and order and wanted to make sure that last call at Sugar's, a strip club outside of town was strictly adhered to. So he'd show up to make sure the glasses were off the tables, just in the interest of public safety.

While he was drinking coffee with manager and making sure no one was too drunk to drive, I was watching the last act close down and the crowd (what there was of it) mill out, purely in the interest of research, of course. I felt this tap on my shoulder, and there was this gorgeous blond wearing nothing but a G string and a smile. Don't be thinking play boy bunny, more like a ballerina or an elf, five foot nothing a hundred pounds soaking wet, big blue eyes and you could practically smell the ivory soap she looked so wholesome (minus the whole naked part of course). Just as I though my boring night of sitting in a speed trap was about to get better, she says,"Hey, weren't you my TA last semester in Dr. X's class"? Looking her squarely in the eyes (honest). I say, "Yes Amanda right"? "Ashley but thats OK". She then goes on to talk about how much she and her girlfriend (DOH!) liked the class and how she wanted to follow up. She starts asking about different course options, and what books she should be reading to get ready for her senior thesis. (The deputy meanwhile has overheard and is laughing and pointing at me behind her back. Bastard!).The sad thing is, as a good little academic, I wind up having a decent discussion about post modern political theory with a hot, naked bi-sexual blond and actually thinking about the books. In retrospect, I think the most effective cure for sexual predators isn't chemical castration, but sending them to grad school.

Needless to say the ride back to the station with the deputy asking if I needed to stop and use mens room along the way didn't help. I have avoided such places since.
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