...just to show I'm not (bleep)around anymore.
Ah, we have fun, don't we?
Um, a little while agoa buddy of mine was trying
to get me to go to this, uh,strip club with him.
I was like, "I don't know ifI want to go to a strip club."
He's like,"Dude, we gotta go. BYOB."
Like, that washis selling point.
Like, "Oh, well, then obviously,I must attend."
I didn't even believe him.It sounded ridiculous.
But then I looked it upand there actually is
a BYOB strip clubin Philadelphia,
which blew my mind,but the more I think about it,
the BYOB strip clubfills a very important niche
in the strip club market.
Um, because, I mean,we've all been
at a traditional strip club,
and the wine list is pedestrian.
You know, half the whites
from California,they're all screw tops.
And the sommelier couldn't tella Sancerre from a sandwich.
And I'm just sitting therethe whole time thinking,
"I have in my cellar at home
"a 2002 Argentinean Malbecthat would go perfectly
with that 42-year-old'shysterectomy scars."
And it just...
It takes me out of it.
I don't know.