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.