If it weren’t for cops and serial killers, they’d have no customers
The dancers are always fantastically good looking, dance only to finance their college education and/or support their child, and always have nice personalities.
All male strippers are gay. (Mr Mom)
Except the ones who aren’t. (A Night in Heaven)
Male strippers are sought-after patrons of New York’s finest clubs and restaurants. (For Ladies Only)
The wait staff of male strip clubs are happy to stuff their cocks into hot dog buns and serve them to patrons for a laugh. (Bachelor Party)
The only good male stripper is a dead male stripper. (Ladykillers)
Strippers wear bikinis while dancing (all TV shows).
They can contort themselves into unimaginable positions, and usually have sleezy boy/girlfriends.
Good point, but the surprising thing is the number scenes in R-rated movies where most of the strippers never get down beyond a thong bikini ensemble. Maybe one stripper in a floor show will flash her breasts. NO stripper will ever reveal what lies beneath her bikini bottom. Kinda makes you wonder what the point of strip clubs is. :dubious:
A little highjack:
I once lived by a strip club. On the front door they had a little sign that said
“No shirt, No Shoes, No Service.” It always made me 
Seriously, in the local news not long ago some dude got arrested for going into a joint with nothing on but shoes and a shirt.
Having once spent a lot of time at a strip club, I can attest to most of this. Most were fantastically good looking, though a bunch were plain at best, and one or two were utt-bugly. A great majority of them were quite intelligent.
What pictures tend to get wrong is the patronage. They portay the men as having important conversations, when in reality most men just stare and drool.
Or they go the other way and show all of the male patrons cheering, hootin’ & hollerin’, barely able to contain themselves from jumping up on the stage, and would but for the railing around the edge of the stage and their buddies holding them back. I’ve never seen any guy act that way; usually we just kind of sit back, drink our $8.50 bottle of Bud and quietly enjoy the scenery.
Now the female patrons, they usually get more expressive than the guys, in my experience.
An act that would, in my estimation, get one clubbed with a baseball bat.
IME it is highly dependant on the strip club. At the Rhodendron, in rural Sykesville PA, the girls tend to be rather…cornfed. They also have a one-armed stripper. Basically none of the girls look like movie strippers.
At Silky’s in McKee’s Rocks, OTOH, the girls do, on the whole, tend to look more like the ones you see in the movies.
As far as personality goes, the girls at the rural place tend to be nicer…or much less transparently mercenary, at least.
You mean they don’t? :eek:
Good God, I just realized that I’d fallen into believing that myth, having never actually been to one. So they really dance nekkid, do they?
I feel unbelivably naive, and I know I’m not.
OK, the next time we have a Dopefest with Anaamika attending, you KNOW where we have to go!
At one place, give a girl a buck, and she’ll show you her castor canadensis. In all it’s dam-building glory.
Wet beaver, anyone?
This one time, at band camp?
I was talking to one of the stippers, and not paying much attention to the one on stage. The girl I was talking to looked at the stage for a moment, then almost shouted “Oh my god, she has hemorrhoids!” The girl onstage, nekkid as a jaybird and spread as a bald-eagle did, indeed, have an enormous dingleberry.
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T.M.I. T.M.fuckin’ I.**
throws up
And to make it even better I’m eating keema-aloo (ground beef & potatoes).
eyes it suspiciously
I can only attest to the ones in Jersey, but if it’s a strip bar, then no, they don’t. State law says that if alcohol is served, then no nudity is allowed.
We once went to a juice bar outside of Atlantic City that had full nudity. However, the girls there were…how to say this nicely…a bit worn. <shudder>
Of course, laws may have changed in the 10 years since I’ve been to one.
Hey, at least you’re just reading about it. I was there, man. I was there.