Comments by DoctorDarby (page 2)

Good guy. He will be missed. I am sure many dancers in many clubs mourn with us.

Not mentioned yet: A Bridge Too Far Kelly's Heroes Das Boot

Guinness if they have it; low alcohol content and a conversation starter. 1 or 2 shots from the shot girls if there are dancers at the table and/or she is especially yummy--Washington Apples go down pretty well. Water in between if I want to stay late and drive home.

You are correct chessmaster. My attempt to generalize made it seem that all of those things were negative and exclusively urban. As an ass man, a big, firm booty is a plus and tats are generally not a problem on otherwise attractive girls. Scary dancers can be found in many small, low-scale clubs, regardless of location and their qualities (good or bad) vary according to one's taste.

I had been planning on checking this place out since it is in my old stomping grounds, but I may skip it based on that visual nightmare. Part of the problem may be the "urban" strip club image perpetrated in the rap videos. Nasty looking girls, big booties, lots of tats and general thuggery seems to be the rule in those places. It sounds (and looks) like that is what they are going for, which is exactly the opposite of what folks like us are looking for. Compare this to Gatsby's, another Canton club, which projects more of a blue collar, factory-bar vibe and tends to draw better dancers and clientele and keep the $5 dance price. Their VIP was pretty open as I recall, but at least it had couches. Thanks for the scouting report Carlos!

I made a vow when I started some 35 years ago that I wouldn't date them for all of the reasons Sin lists in his story. I have stuck to it, in spite of my attraction to a number of them over the years. I've been a buddy, smoked a few doobies, gone out to breakfast, listened to their tales of whoa, and hung out in other bars with a lot of them, but dodged the bullet otherwise. I could have used the wild sex back in the day (when I had no game otherwise) but can't say I regret missing the drama.

I got a lifetime membership when I first found the site. Saves me having to do all that math.

I would be polite if she approached, but she is not my type.

Mine is "Teddy Bear" by Elvis Presley. The best part of this is that years ago I jokingly nicknamed my dick "Little Elvis" without knowing this odd fact. I don't even like Elvis's music, but I have gotten a fair amount of mileage out of the penile nickname.

When I first started going to my regular club, the swag was nice--hoodies, sweat pants, and decent T-shirts. Then they started pushing shot glasses, beer mugs, rickety little flashlights, ill-fitting hats, crappy shirts, flasks, and other stuff that while occasionally OK, you could only use one of the damned things. I used to swap the stuff for free passes, but once I got a VIP card, I didn't need those either. The regular girls wouldn't bug me with the stuff unless it was a 2 for 1, so the flow of freebies slowed. The club also experimented with a "buy the swag get the dances for free" plan, but that didn't work very well so they went back to the old way. I wear the shirts around the house and told people that the logo on the hoodie was for a health club as a joke, but most of my friends know I am a strip club hound. I do have some shirts from now-defunct clubs that are sort of personal collector's items, but they have no value other than hazy memories of lap dances past from dancers long-retired.

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This could be in Ohio, given the no touch, no nudity-after-midnight law they passed a few years back. Thank goodness enforcement has been inconsistent in many places or we would be even more miserable during this winter-from-hell-frozen-over.

One of my former students (I teach at a state university) turned up in a strip club while going to medical school. I ran into one day at a Borders studying a big medical text. She danced while in residency for a while and continued even after she had a kid. I think she finally quit when she got a permanent job as a general practitioner. She was a sweet girl and the most unlikely stripper I ever met. There was another hottie that was in law school and eventually graduated and left the business. Have come across as a paralegal and one doing an MA in psychology.

I have three usable ones. A .50 cal. CVA percussion rifle built from a kit in the 70s. It's a deer killing tack driver. I bought a used Dixie Gun Works .50 cal. left-handed flintlock to shoot at rendezvous. It's fun but has an awful trigger pull. I shoot a patched round ball and 60 grains of fff black powder in both. For Civil War reenacting I have Euroarms .577 caliber Enfield reproduction from the 1980s. I hunted deer with it a couple of times but its too damned heavy. I can't warm up to the in-lines, even though they are far more efficient. We used to wear our Union army uniforms into strip clubs but some polaroid's found their way into the wrong hands and we have been ordered to refrain from sullying the reputation of the Army of the Potomac by consorting with floozies.

It depends on what I am looking for one any particular night. For conversation, you can't beat women in their 30s. They are also capable of being very sensual. On the other hand, for sheer lechery its hard to resist a cute girl on either side of 20. I am less concerned about age than style. The harder they try to look like "typical" strippers (make up, hair, bling, tats, outfits, super heels, etc.), the less appeal for me. Rather, I am always a sucker for the non-conformist stripper--someone who has a unique style or way of carrying herself. I have found these types of characters at all ages.

1. the stage is two plywood platforms with carpeting and no pole 2. all the dancers get on the stage (see above) every hour for an "all skate" 3. the DJ plays "the Rodeo song" for the all skate 4. Dancers beg you to take them to VIP to avoid the all skate 5. The best booth in VIP has a pile of sound equipment in it 6. the dancer's bar bill exceeds what they make in tips 7. one of the regular girls is possibly brain damaged from drugs but nobody asks her to leave

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There is a girl in one club that has been slowly losing her mind due to excessive drug and alcohol abuse. Like the one Chandler describes above, she now wanders around the club muttering to herself, babbling about nothing in particular to random customers, and making a nuisance of herself. I fear for her survival. Years ago at the same club, I watched a once hot, friendly girl get illegally nasty for a bunch of guys (including me) while stoned on oxytocin before stumbling out into the night. It was one of the last times I saw her. I can appreciate a harmlessly drunk girl making a scene every so often (particularly if it results in overt sexual behavior) but find little joy in watching them self-destruct.

I had only been in this club a couple of times when I met these two girls who were dancing there for the first time. For some reason I decided to take them both to a VIP room, even though I rarely do it with one girl, let alone two. It was fun considering that it was a first for me (and perhaps them, at least in a club). I got to finger some pussy, got stick shifted, and was on the verge of getting off when the time ran out. I can remember saying "this room sure smells like wet pussy" and getting an affirmative from both of them. I gave them a modest tip and we all went away happy. I never saw them again and the club has since closed, but it certainly was a nice one-time shot. I have since been double-teamed in various clubs and depending on the girls and the club, have generally enjoyed myself, but I would agree with the consensus that one's money is probably better spent on one girl at a time.

Forgive me Oh Protruberant One. I just crapped a turd in the image of Justin Bieber and I knew it was a sign that you were the True Prophet of all things sleazy, fecal, and sausage-like. You may count me amongst your True Disciples for at least the next 5 minutes . . .

I have handed dollar bills to female customers so they could tip dancers on stage. Particularly if hot girl/girl action was a possibility. I have also tipped female customers who were engaged in sexy behavior with dancers or each other.

On a couple of occasions, dancers have replaced drinks they knocked over or spilled during a table dance. In one of my favorite little dives, I have been treated to a shot when a dancer was buying for a group of friends. Usually it was someone I bought a drink for on another occasion.

It was sung live, stayed in key, and included all the words in the right places. That's a win in my book.

And the Packers say "see, that's EXACTLY how dumb shit happens that snatches defeat from the jaws of victory!"

You would get more followers if we thought you had ever actually been in a strip club. No clubs, no reviews, joined yesterday. Beware the false prophet (and board troll)!