Went to Killeen/Ft. Hood to see...

Went to Killeen/Ft. Hood to see my son when he came back from Iraq. Got there a day early and decided to see what the town had to offer. The Bunny Club is what I have tried to forget since I retired from the Army. The cover was $4.00? and the place was not bad inside, but could use some work. The layout is as discribed in the reviews below. Paid $4.00 for a Coke, as I didn't want to have any trouble with the Local PD. (This being a Military Town!) The dancers were as varied as they could be. There were some very cute ones, and some that should never have been allowed in the door! The dancers were polite enough, and I heard the usual sob story as to WHY they were dancing. One cute young thing tried a different approach. She sat down, and started a conversation, and told me she was tired, and really didn't fell like working that day. After a little conversation, she told me about her kids, and how her ex-husband used to beat the crap out of her. Then came the different part, she said this was the only job where she could make enough money to support herself and her kids. Seems her ex skipped the state and she can't get child support. Anywhy, after about 30 minutes of conversation she went to the stage for a set. Upon her return she asked if I would want a private dance. I figured I couldn't lose anything so I said yes. The dance was OK, but nothing great. I paid her the $25.00 for the one and went back to the table. When I got to the table, and before the other dancer came back, one of the dancers that should have never been let in the building on the basis of her body weight and sheer size came to the table. As she approached, there was this realy strong odor that came with her! She said now that I had been warmed up by a little girl, I should be ready for a real woman! If that's what "real women" smell like, then I'll stick to little girls! Shortly there after I left the building.

As always becareful and enjoy yourself.

Just remember that as a dancer approaches you, and you smell something.

And then,your mind starts to think of the joke about the Blind man passing a fish market and saying "Hello Ladies" that probably isn't the dancer for you!