So, I had this dream that I went to a strip club and it was butt ugly. Like everything could have been nice looking, but it was all teal and hot pink. And I was trying to explain to the manager that, if only he’d paint everything a different color, the joint could look rather classy.
And he got pissed off and gave me the strip club.
So, I owned a strip club. My strippers were NM, Jaime Pressley, and that chick who married Peter Brady. And I had two hot biker bouncers. And Stacey Keibler. And I had just three rules that the girls had to follow: 1. They had to be on stage when they were supposed to be on stage. 2. They had to take their bras off before their panties. and 3. If they were not going to strip, but just come out totally nude, they had to do some classical ballet dance. I’m not sure why.
Anyway, I was open for a grand total of “Put NM on stage, introduce her. Put Stacey Keibler on stage, introduce her…” before I had to fire Peter Brady’s wife.