Monday, October 30, 2006

Sometimes Things Are Too Ironic To Be Funny

There are hundreds of strollers parked here which you can't see. The odd thing about it is that "Stroller Parking" for some ankle-biter event on Saturday afternoon was designated right under Ten's World-Class Cabaret's canopy and entrance.

Ten's World-Class Cabaret (for those unlucky ones not to be in the know) is a place where scantily clad broads take off their scanty clothes and dance around all sexy-like for money from gross guys.

"There are some uglies too, but most girls are good" says club reviewer Knuckles21.

Phew! Now that's good to know! Thanks, Knuckles!

7 comments:

anne altman said...

not really. i keep my eyes on the prize.

MONEY! BRING IT!

newbluebaby said...

When I open my club I want to name it Bumpin' Uglies.

Nina Paley said...

Don't tell me Doodle's considering this line of work.

anne altman said...

no, but i am.

Just Dave said...

Read the other reviews and you will run across a poor soul named taz. He fell in love. You could probably milk this poor clown dry, even if he did leave his credit cards at home.

Forget this place and head up to the Hustler Club to ply your new trade. Everybody knows that Larry Flynt is the classiest act in any town.

Blondie said...

I say you go back and steal every single stroller!

anne altman said...

the stroller bouncer moonlights at the strip club. fat chance. pun intended.