YOU CANNOT BE A STRIPPER! STOP Tuesday in a decent sized town, at a strip club. B team is here tonight sans myself and two others. It's slow, It's boring, it's 10:30. Awkward time at a strip club. Suddenly, four white men in fishing shirts and cargo pants (35-45) come in with four girls they picked up from the bar next door. Two white girls, (thin but trashy looking), a normal sized Hispanic girl, and one fat Asian. Truly a rare breed of cow. They go into the champagne room, which is just an elevated sitting area with it's private stage and pole. Sure, they're drunk, they're having a good time, but THEN the Hispanic girl jumps on the stage. The men start trowing >200 ones at her and shes actually killin' it for being a customer. No, they are not supposed to do this, but it's a fuckin' Tuesday. Now, this stage is about the size of a fiat. It has a free standing pole which means it sticks out from the ground but does not reach the ceiling. So this Asian yak climbs on the stage to get the attention her daddy never gave her and what happened? Ladies and gentlemen, she bent our fucking pole. The club now has to order a new one and that stage is shut down. This is a BRASS 2.5" POLE. Someone do the math. How much weight do you have to put that pole under before it fucking bends. I do crazy tricks on that pole all the time and it never even wiggles. Moral of the story? Know your limits.