This place cracks me up. ...

This place cracks me up. Its like a spoof of a backwoods strip club.

So early Friday evening and no cover, which is good. Cheap beer on tap, which is better. But only 3 girls in the place, which is not so good. There's signs everywhere for a pig roast in the next couple of weeks and that 25 girls will be there (and a pig, I presume).

I'm sitting and nursing my first beer. On stage is a lass who's got no business being there - hefty and thick beyond words. I watch the locals shoot pool instead. There's a VIP area that I gave up on long ago. About 15 minutes into my visit a broad-shoulder stocky grandpa moseys toward his station as VIP bouncer. He's got a beer and a newspaper, looks bored as hell, and settles into his station for the evening. The hefty lass on stage eventually gives up since nobody is watching and lies down across the bar for a little nap while the last song plays.