This was the second edition of...

This was the second edition of what might become the trojangreg/farmerart annual disaster at No 5 Orange. The initial fiasco last year was farmerart's worst SC financial meltdown of 2011. trojangreg also claimed to have suffered from an excessively light wallet upon leaving this sordid hellhole last year.

The evening started innocently enough. The two heroes both arrived before 6:00PM, thereby missing the $5 cover charge and security hassle. At that early hour the old joint had barely a half dozen dancers in attendance and about the same number of customers. trojangreg and farmerart settled in at the bar starting to pound back the Kokanees; nothing either one of them saw prompted either of them to jump into their wallets for a cash withdrawal for some upstairs $50/song lap dance excitement. Conversation turned to their various holidays during the past year. trojangreg made farmerart jealous with stories of the successful betting coups that he engineered on the first Saturday in May, 2011 in Louisville. farmerart could only respond with his usual anti-Air Canada rant. This inane conversation was necessary because there were almost no dancers touring the flour flogging lap dances upstairs. The stage shows were similarly boring save for the one girl who slithered into the main stage fountain for a brief 'shower' show. This lovely young lady was seriously worried about the cleanliness of her pussy. She squatted open-legged from many different angles over the thrusting fountains of water to cleanse whatever gribblies were lurking in that sweet pink clam. Drying the said sweet pink clam required the same careful attention.

Apart from this trojangreg and farmerart were seriously bored with this quiet day at the 5. Just before they might have bailed on this boring old club a couple of interesting dancers starting making conversation with them. farmerart immediately saw possibilities for these two young dancers. After buying a few shots of Jack and/or tequila for them farmerart took one of them upstairs for a three song trial. trojangreg remained resolutely welded to his bar stool. farmerart did the same with the other young girl and again trojangreg declined to engage in any upstairs fun. He even had the lame excuse of work early the next morning and shortly thereafter exited the club leaving poor farmerart alone and defenseless against the heavy artillery these two sexy young things started firing at farmerart's feeble defenses.