I went to a strip club tonight. Haven't been to this one in a long time. The great news is I ran into one of my favorites, a chick I haven't seen in at least a year and a half and who I thought just disappeared, whatever, blah-blah-blah.

Get this ... this club had, to the side of the stage, a bongo player. A fucking bongo player. And he wasn't even bongoing to the beat of the music. At no point in the 40 minutes I was there did he keep time. I don't think he even knows how to fucking play the bongos. Seriously, a fucking bongo player at a strip club?!