A Beauty Who Neither Spits Nor Swallows!

A few days ago, I realized that I was soon going to be in need of an emergency desploogination. Mrs. Hornibastard is on the rag right now and I am profoundly opposed to letting the “meat loaf” so I came up with a good alibi and made my plans.

Because I anticipated that my need for an emergency desploogination would become critical, I decided not to risk a disappointing “dry run” at one of those classier strip clubs that only occasionally delivers. I stopped by the ATM and, with my trousers bulging with cash and bad intentions, made my way to Centerfolds.

I am not going to sugar-coat this. Centerfolds is an older club. I am not sure, but I think it may have first opened during the Carter administration and probably hasn’t been cleaned thoroughly since early in the Clinton administration. Centerfolds has a mix of fuglies and gorgeous women much as you would expect from a strip club with that distinctive “dive” ambience. Everything about the place reeks of low-class tawdriness. But parking is free and they even have a security guard stationed in the parking lot.