I realize it is Wich-fucking-ta, Kansas,...

I realize it is Wich-fucking-ta, Kansas, and my hopes shouldn't be too high, but dear Jesus in heaven, could we at least have one strip club in town? I went in here at 8:00 in the evening, paid the $6 cover, and went in to find three dancers rotating on the stage in two song sets. There must have been more dancers somewhere, because as soon as a girl would finish her first song, the DJ would start announcing the name of the next dancer...who wouldn't show up...and another dancer...who wouldn't show up...ridiculous.

I appreciate $2.50 bottles of Bud, but when I get ignored by the one waitress working, I get irritable. When she watches me walk past her lazy ass sitting on a bar stool and get my own beer from the bartender, it makes me think she doesn't need my tips or attention.

Oh, let's not forget the creepy looking black dude who sits by the stage, then takes a squeegee on a broom stick and sweeps the dancer's tips up for her, so basically all you do is hand the dancer a dollar, she takes it, walks away from you, and drops it on the stage. I have never been to a club where the dancers walk off the stage and go in the back, and never solicit lap dances or sit with the customers.