Ok Time

For a second I wasn't sure if I was going to post this review - it was a tough battle between my honesty and dignity. Then I remembered my profile picture is me biting into a fried cricket head. My dignity went out the window long ago, might as well be honest.

So I went to this fine establishment for a charity gala, the theme being supporting single mothers and putting poor students through "med school." It really is amazing how many strippers are actually doctors. I can only imagine how raunchy those hospital Christmas parties get... Anyway, for the most part the club was perfect. Beautiful women, great service (albeit slightly expensive for drinks), but overall it was everything you'd expect from a top notch club in Vegas. It's only flaw was somehow had accidentally put it in Texas. But despite that, we were still having a great night.

And then I met her - THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS! "Foxy," the beautiful and elegant dancer, moving as gracefully as any future nurse, slowly and calmly sucking on a blue piece of plastic shaped like a cigarette, and... wait, did I say girl of my dreams? I meant nightmares, she was a complete &*#%!