It's FRY-DAY!  Oh yeah!  And it's called that because it's the one day of the week that we get to eat good 'ol fried food!  How about you?  Come on, a little saturated fat never hurt anyone - except Kevin when his arteries collapsed two years ago looking like rusted sewer pipes in a third world country.  But now there's a limit imposed by the food Nazis (Kevin's cardiologist and his no-good spy Stacy) of one day of fried food per week.  BUT WAIT! There's more important fish to fry (clever transition, huh?).

The stripper poles have arrived at one of our favorite hangouts!  That's right folks!  We were sitting there downing a few cold ones and the UPS guy carried them right through the bar.   And better yet, the place isn't turning into a strip club, they're being installed for everyone to use!  AMATUERS!  Think about it!  What's your favorite kind of porn movie?  Amatuer porn, right?  Look, we all wanna see the folks in the trailer down the way getting sex crazed - and now we can right at our local bar - LIVE!  You gotta love this!

Right after the poles arrived (they still have to be installed) our good friends Julie & Brad showed up to join in the celebration.  Brad IMMEDIATELY began trying to round up volunteers, even though the poles won't be usable for a few days.  His new motto is, "strip early and strip often," and we totally agree!  We're hoping to get the whole trailer park down there - especially that gal that lives in space 37B with the "new and improved"  chest  (compliments of her unemployment settlement from Lube 10).  We'll keep you posted, but we're leaving tomorrow for Mexico, so assuming we can get our computer online through TeleMex, you'll know daily what crimes against humanity we're involved in and where to send the bail...

      
The stripper poles arrived via UPS - A GREAT DAY!                      Stacy went crazy when she saw the poles coming in!

      
Brad began soliciting volunteers - Cindy & Julie first!             We all pitched in and placed this ad to get things going!