What's the Worse Thing Anyone Did to Get Thrown Out of A club

I had heard that "whole nine yards" came from early chain-fed repeating guns operated by a two-man team. A standard chain of ammunition was nine yards long, so to go "the whole nine yards" meant to shoot and shoot and shoot until you'd run out and had to reload.

The business about "to 86" something is interesting to me. In Vienna, the streetcar that goes to the Hauptgraebhof -- main cemetery, where Mozart and Schubert, among many others, are buried -- is number (I think) 70, and lots of people go out there to maintain family graves. Kind of a gardening solemn holiday. Anyway, because of the streetcar, the term "to take the 70" is a local euphemism for dying.

My favorite "missing etymology" is the term ding-bat. It means a stupid person; but it is also used in typography. On old Associated Press teletype machines (basically early remote typewriters, a networked printer), the symbol following would be used to indicate the end of a story. It would cause the teletype machine to hit its carriage-return bell ("ding!"), and looked thus:

-v-

It vaguely appears to be a bat (especially if you use em-dashes and a lower-case V). I believe the term came from that. But I haven't ever seen it sanctioned by a legitimate scholar of modern etymology.

What does any of this have to do with getting thrown out of a club? I guess "to deep six" someone -- to send them into deep water, at least six fathoms down -- is a long-standing term for "get rid of", so maybe 86 is related to that, at least homophonically.

Shadowcat: I thought it came from football, too. But why nine yards? Why not ten? I always thought it must be something sarcastic like, "Third and ten. What did they do? Ran a draw play. Oh, great! They gained the whole nine yards and punted anyway." Wikipedia includes that one. Go there and look up "whole nine yards".

After searching a bit online, numbered codes used by soda jerks in the 1920s sounds like a plausible source. Also, what makes "the whole nine yards" such a mystery is that it is so recent, dating no earlier than the 1960s, and yet nobody can explain it one bit.

The earliest doccumented references to "86" all refer to resturaunts. Some point to NYC and an old street car line where 86th street was the "end of the line", whereas others have attributed it to cockney ryming slang (nix being nothing rymes with eighty six). In any case it is pretty well established that it started as a resturaunt term for no more. Oddly there is also a history of the numbers 99 and 98 as manager and assistant, and I can personally attest that the keys used for the computers for manager and assistant are 99 and 98 in my experience. A lot of this may be recent with the advent of codes for computers, but there is usually a tradition behind these things.

I've heard a lot of explanations, probably including that one. However, the people who research the origin of terms like that agree that none has been proven. The most famous phrase that remains in doubt is "the whole nine yards". Many theories but none agreed on as the origin.

Humm.. I always heard "86" was an old telegraphers term. 86 being the code for "ignore or eliminate the previous message"..

Shadowcat: I don't think there is a single origin for 86ed that is agreed upon. The one that makes the most sense is that Code 86 for the NYC liquor board described grounds for dismissal from a bar.

Several yrs. ago, I was asked to leave a club, because I refused to go along with a dancers miscounting game. When I called her on it, she got indignant, and threatened to call a bouncer over, I said, "go ahead". After listening to my side, bouncer hesitated, hemmed and hawed, then finally asked me to leave, followed me to make sure I left. I'd made up my mind to leave, and never return with bouncers initial equivocation- think he "knew" I was right, but his behavior demonstrated a customer contempt attitude.

was in club in Houston celebrating co-workers' promotion. after several drinks, he got quite rowdy. went to tip dancer on stage. she came over to him , squatted down to accept the tip and he buried his face in her crotch. got a couple of licks before bouncer got to him. dragged him back to our table and told us to "get the fuck out and don't come back"

LE regularly traipses in and out of the clubs in the French Quarter. Generally it's to make appearances -- kind of like sitting at the donut shop -- but I'm sure somewhere in there is an opportunity for a little brown bag. But they don't do the kicking outing. The kicking outing that I've seen, or participated in, has always come from a coupl'a bouncers. Generally they're really bright gentlemen. "Hey, you did dat." "No, I didn't." "You can't do dat in dis club." "But I didn't do it!" "Don' say you can cuz you can't do dat here." "I wasn't ever INTENDING to do that at all! I'm sorry, I didn't do it!" "Well don' do it again. Yu'll haveda leave." "But I didn't DO anything." "You can't do dat in dis club."

Actually I have never seen LE called at any club I've ever been in during my many years. I have to admit that I have not been kicked out of a club since I started going by myself, however with my friends I have been asked to leave on at least 7 or 8 occassions. But in all but one cases it was a polite, would you gentlement please exit the premises. I've only seen one person physically thrown out of a club and that happened in the old Danny's down in Jackson, MS. Ten Minutes before he had been in the restroom at a stall next to me and he was drunk. it was an afternoon 2 / 1 drinks. He had come back to his table and a dancer came over and talked to him, she was topless and pretty, I was at the table next to them. The waitress come over with his 2 drinks. He stood up to get his money out of his pocket and realize he forgot to zip up. In an act of I think accidential drunken stupidity, he unbuttoned his pants which dropped to the floor, he was sans underwear so his member flopped on the table lol The waitress and dancer started to giggle I choked on my beer he couldn't figure out what the hell was the problem so he took a swig of beer and the bouncer caught a glimpse of the scene. he ambled over, grabbed his arm, he ducked walked him over to the door, opened the door and threw him out. A minute later the patron opened the door and said hey what about my beers lol

I've seen several guys get escorted outside. I even saw one girl take over a stage get topless and parade around the strip club with a whole flock of bouncers chasing after her. It was amusing because it looked like a scene with a chicken getting chased parading around quickly with a whole flock of bouncers in a quick walk pursuit. She got caught and kicked out. The stage dancer had been waiting for her to get off the stage and then things went back to normal. If the crazy girl had just gotten topless while tipping the dancer, no one would have cared.

Golfer, for some of us it might be a matter of going to the right clubs. With the things you can get away with, I shudder to think what it would take to get thrown out of some clubs I'm at. The only warning I've ever received has been to "watch my hands" a few times, but not with any explicit "or you'll get tossed" threat. I take it to mean "grope more discreetly", and carry on accordingly.

DAMN! I feel like a newbie, or maybe just visit the wrong (right) clubs. Never been asked to leave myself and have only seen one guy tossed. That was in Key West at the old Pirates Den, many years ago.

Darn guys I've always used the theory that if you havent' been at least warned a few times you are trying hard enough and I consider myself a gentleman lol I was expecting some stories that would blow me away.

I don't really have any personal stories to tell about myself. However I have seen a few dancers get shown the door. I believe I've seen 2 or 3 dancers leave home early after they suddenly pulled their g-string aside and get a bit nude on stage in a topless club. I happened to be at the stage tipping the girls when they did this but I don't believe I was the first person to tip them. One girl kept on going for a little bit longer after I tipped her. They were in street clothes leaving early within minutes afterwards.

Sorry, that was Yoda, not FONDL.

And that thing in 1989 at the Ritz-Carlton really was my buddy's fault. He had watched "Zorba the Greek" too many times.

I've never been kicked out of a strip club, although I have been kicked out of the bar at the Ritz-Carlton on Michigan Avenue in Chicago. In strip clubs, I am always on my best behavior, and like FONDL, I go sans wingman (although I have met up with Chandler a couple of times). The last thing I want to do is cause a scene that might result in my getting beaten up by bouncers or, worst, having LE called. Nothing like your mug shot on the front page of the Sunday paper, above the fold, to enliven Monday morning water cooler talk.

At a club in Atlanta it was close to closing time, around 4 am, I think. One of the girls offered me a twofer VIP but I was beat and had to go to work the next day so I turned her down. She seemed pissed. I still had a couple of ones in my pocket so I went over to a side stage where a cute little black girl was dancing. I put the dollars in her garters and she hooked her leg around my neck and pulled me in close enough that I could smell her cooze. It was pretty fresh and right in front of my nose so I gave her man-in-the-boat a couple of quick flicks with my tongue. She pulled me closer so I went for it. Meanwhile the other girl saw what was going on and went and told the bartender. Nasty little spiteful bitch. The bouncer appeared out of nowhere and escorted me out the door.

I sure hope the black girl didn't get fired. I haven't been back there since then.

I've never been thrown out of a club. Never even come close. I go alone since I don't trust most of the guys I know NOT to do something stupid.

A few years back at Club Alex a mate of mine got the boot by basically talkng to one dancer then by accident as he was pulling out a 20 to pay for a lap dance and inadvertantly touched another dancers cooch area....mean while after that I got to soap and then dry off the feature that night..........an no I didn't plan for him to get the boot...LOL

Got wasted and acted sloppy (more than once). "Touched" or "pushed" or "groped" a dancer (more than once, and generally at a club that allowed for that sort of behavior, but since I was wasted and acting sloppy ...). Accused a new waitress of stealing my expensive lighter (which she hadn't done, but I was drunk and acting sloppy ...). Let's see, I'm sure there's more ...

Punching a guy in the mens room because he spoke to one of your bodyguards would have to rate pretty low. Except I guess Eminem ran out of the club before he could get thrown out. It was his bodyguards that got thrown out. Anyway, if I ever get thrown out of a strip club I hope it's for taking liberties with the strippers, not for getting rowdy around the mens room urinals.

I knew in my heart Bones would be first. Okay and this was worth it. In an unnamed club to protect the guilty, we were there on a Friday night at 11:00 PM for the weekly ice cream social. They cover the runway with plastic and pick two (the best two I might add) dancers to do the honors. This by the way is an all nude juice bar.
They bring out 5 gallons of ice cream, toppings, whipped cream, cherries, etc. To sit at stage side you pay $5 for a spoon. There were 3 of us, one recently divorced, we paid an extra $50 for him to be on the stage - he was wearing boxers (they provided) with fly sewn up. Girls and guy crawled around stage putting ice cream on each other on him, down his shorts, whipped cream on their thighs - letting you lick it off. Big piles of it in the money spot smashing your face in it. Everything was going good. Okay our friend got a little too rowdy on the stage with one of the dancers, a little muff diving lol and we chose to join him in the fun. One security guy there. He slipped and fell on the ice cream lol We stayed on stage for about 10 minutes drenching in whipped cream melting ice cream, chocolate, cherries, and 2 hot women laughing so hard we couldn't stop. The security guy hurt his back and had to go get it looked at. We helped each other and the girls off the stage, down the steps and said okay we know we're kicked out of the club. The owner said yep, but you'll be back next Friday right? lol damn I miss that club

I myself have never been tossed out of the club, but a buddy of mine got into a fight with one of the other customers and got kicked out, so I guess I was vicariously kicked out.

Well, if you're including getting thrown out for dancers who "miscount," then heck, I've been thrown out at leastd 100 times! There's a dancer in the mid-south, who regularly shows up in Jackson, who has a game that goes, basically: agree to a price, give a dance, double the price, get the guy thrown out regardless of whether he agrees to the doubled price or not, move on to next guy. It's silly. I actually went with a crew to get a dance from her JUST TO CONFIRM that she was doing this; yup, she was. Still is. Then there are the "extra" dances that suddenly appear on her (verbal) bill; the "that was only the first one at 2-for-1, the rest are full price"; the "but that's on the main floor, we're in the VIP" upsell; and any number of other hedges. I regularly respond to the unethical upsell by reporting the evil dancers' names here, and to anyone else in earshot in the club, etc.