Busting the Bogies cherry

As Mr. Burns would say - "oh, let's go slumming, Smithers. It will be a 'hoot,' as the commoners say." And so yes, as I walked out of Flight Club (my normal club) I decided to go across the street and, just this one time, try out the world famous Bogies.

This review probably repeats much of what has been said in the 1000 reviews that precede it. Fuck it -- I will just go ahead and say it anyway, even if repetitive. Because I hadn't brushed up on Bogies before going, and not everyone sits around in the evening living vicariously by reading through a hundred other peoples' strip club reviews. So if you have never been to Bogies before and have never read a review of Bogies, then read on -- I at least know a little more than you do.

You walk in. There is no cute girl at the door flirtatiously patting you down or anything like that. There is some dude with tattoos. He is too fat to make central casting for Sons of Anarchy, but he has otherwise got the biker thing down. He takes your money. I can't even remember what the cover is now. I think it is $5. Or maybe $10. If it makes a difference to you as to which of those two numbers it is, you have chosen the wrong hobby for yourself, brother.