Fred Sans Peckerhead

Hooray!  More strippers!  I was starting to get worried that we wouldn't see anymore.  Whew.
$20!  Back in the day that was the running price.  13 beers, that's a buck and half for a brew.  Maybe a slight exaggeration.
Creepily, this babe looks like that dancer at The Emerald Club in Knoxville who I felt sorry for and loaned $45, twice.  I need to get back up there and collect on my interest.  Creepy because this was done in 1999, and that trip was in 2006.

I don't know what is more demanding of suspension of disbelief: Someone passing out during a table dance, or a stripper continuing to dance for a guy that has passed out?

Well, that's the world of Fred and Peckerhead for ya.

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