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Whenever one of my friends says “Hey, lets go to a strip club” I always have a single rule:

Ok… but if I see anyone I am related to on the stage we have to leave.

…and yes, that rule applies even if they are the best looking women in the place. At least I haven’t had to resort to using my Boots of Escaping yet. I’m still trying to figure out what it means when a stripper comes over, stops dancing, sits down in front of me, and just starts chatting about random things for 5 minutes while ignoring the other people in the room. Not that I’m complaining… but after it happens more than once I begin to wonder what kind of aura I’m putting out that promotes this kind of behavior.