So I’m driving home one day before Christmas, and I spot this gem. Christmas trees for sale at a STRIP CLUB, people! The photo is not great, as it was snowing and I was literally slowing down while driving to snap it, but you get the idea. What’s next? Nativity scenes for sale at the local bar? Sheesh.
Conjure up this image…
Mom: Sally and Jimmy, get your coats. We’re going to pick out our Christmas tree.
Dad: Yes, I’ve got a special place picked out this year, kids.
(As they pull in the drive) Jimmy: Daddy, what’s “Las Vegas Revue?”
Sally: Daddy, what are showgirls? I want to be one.
