A buddy and me passed this...

A buddy and me passed this place and said to each other there is no way this is a skin bar but sure enough... It's a double wide mobile home converted into a two stage, twelve table number. It has the sex appeal of a bowling alley and before I could even get to the front door a dancer bums a smoke from my buddy. I notice the band aids up and down her arms and legs and immediately put my defenses up.

We get inside and the smell of mold and stink is awful and we get approached by a dancer with half her teeth at best. She asks "Wanna see my titties... Just cost you $40 to buy me a drink. The dance is free". Before I can refuse I hear an awful hair ball style hacking noise and feel spray hit my arm. I look over and it's this white haired granny wiping her nose with her hands and declares she is the bartender if we want a drink... My friend and I look at each other and at the same time ask for a draft swill of some sort. She brings us two Coors and says its 4.75 a pop. We each tipped her the quarter and moved toward the stage.

We sat for a half hour sipping that nasty beer and not one time did anyone get on stage. Behind us at the bar Band Aid, Buck Tooth and Grandma were talking about how there just wasn't anymore business left here. We left half our beers sitting on the table and slipped out unnoticed.