In response, the club s manager, named Vinny Radene, called the lawsuit kind of silly. Four things I can get out of this horror story. One, it s funny that a Vinny runs a seedy joint. Two, there is such a thing as too much, especially when it s breasts that have greater measurements than overripe watermelons awaiting to burst. Three, most men would probably beg for some woman to smack her enormous chest into their face, as it would end their mental anguish of being a pathetic bachelor and give them capacity for the enjoyment of life.
Strip clubs are tacky.
They re a pain on the wallet. But strip clubs are a guy thing, and one does not question the guy things. Ladies, before you attack this guy thing, I recall Chippendales and all those bachelorette party stories about hiring some nearly naked guy to gyrate in his Speedos while Grandma busts out the bills. I hear it all the time. I don t need to hear that.