Well, we just got back from a "strip club" called the Filmore here in Toronto. For all those who have been to Art's Performing Center in Milwaukee, imagine Art's with uglier strippers and then take the number of strippers at Art's and multiply it by 1/12 and you get an approximation of the Filmore experience. I mean, fuck, man, with a name like "Filmore" certain things are expected, but all those expectations were not approached. First off, there were about 6 people in the joint, never a good sign. Then, the best looking whore was named "Mystery." What? Destiny was taken? I didn't personally witness any heroin tracks on the girls' arms, but makeup can cover a lot. I have tried to block out the rest so no more details can be provided. I hope that the bachelor enjoyed his travails in there.
Because of the overall shittiness of the place and because we didn't want to contract the clap, we bolted for more verdant pastures, ie, the Novotel in T-town. As of now, we are watching the Terry Goins's special, "Boy Meets World." SBTG is claiming that Topanga is fat. Assuming that she is of the age of consent, and hell, even if she's not, I'd give it a whirl. Time to look up some pron on Sheets' Va Jay Jay's computer.