From: Murf <bamurphy@bitemespammers.dslextreme.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.strip-clubs
Subject: assc: AFTSD '02 real late or '03 real early submission
Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 23:20:57 -0800
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Tonight I was driving to a friend's house to celebrate Christmas with
his family via Coldwater Canyon Blvd. - one of several routes from
Valley Village to Panorama City. As I neared the railroad tracks, I
could see searchlights in the sky.

"Hmmmm", I hmmmmm'd myself.

There were no theatres for several miles in any direction so it wasn't a
star-studded opening. Since it was Christmas Day it was highly unlikely
someone was running a parking lot sale or some such come-on. Equally
unlikely was the possibility of a grand opening.

My brow furrowed and I hmmmm'd myself again.

The intersection ahead was lit so brightly you'd swear either Tim Allen
had been rewiring or the sun had decided to make a second coming for the
day.

Flipping down my BlueBlockers[tm] cut the lumen count just enough for me
to read a sign on the side of the building proclaiming, "Hundreds of
beautiful women and one ugly one"

As the meaning behind those eight words sunk in my good mood evaporated
and was immediately replaced by an anger that grew from deep within my
soul.

"Those arrogant, sacrilegious bastards! Those heathens opened the doors
of a strip club on the holiest of holy days for Christians throughout
the world!" I screamed.

At this point I suddenly realized if I kept up this rant I'd have to
explain things to kids too young to understand or come up with an
excellent story they'd buy - not my long suit when done on the fly.

Still angry, however, I continued my rant in a large, vacant area in my
brain.

[fuck you. I don't care if you said it, you thought it, didn't you?]

To think, not 30 feet from me beyond those cinder-block walls there were
nude women on stage, proudly displaying their natural or at least
naturally-covered breasts, splaying their legs so wide you can see their
ovaries, and doing to in front of total strangers, all in hopes some
pervert will give them a dollar bill.

Not 30 feet from me beyond those cinder-block walls were bikini-clad
women rubbing up against men, letting their hands drift across raging
erections, allowing their partners digital, oral, and/or olfactory
access to their toned thighs, their heaving breasts, their erect
nipples, their delicious moist cavity hetero males refer to as 'home',
as they rub and tug and any other means available to bring about a
screaming orgasm or at least blue balls.

Not 30 feet from me beyond those cinder-block walls this was happening
on Christmas Day.

I KNOW the State of California and especially Los Angeles are considered
quite liberal and permissive but for them to allow such behavior!

I was outraged!

I was incensed!

I wished I didn't have the kids with me.

B

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