tiger and i were finished fishing. i was on a flight home the next day and proposed dinner - on me - at the restaurant of his choice. "only if i can take you to my club afterwards," said he. "sounds good," said i, "but where's your club?" "
"oh, i'll show you."
after a less than satisfactory - and very expensive - meal his "club" turned out to be a roadhouse - the red rooster - sited on the edge of tony hobe sound. we entered to the ear deafening roar of a random rock tune and the eye popping sight of a heavy breasted stripper stepping out of her see through shorts.
"pretty swell i think," said tig as we pulled out chairs at a table next to the stage.
the waitress arrived...wearing nothing. well, she did have on a belt into which was tucked an order pad, a pen, and some random dollar bills. "what'll you have?" she shouted over the music. "port and a cigar," i said, being a smart ass. "don't serve that," she replied. "beer or wine." "let me see the wine list then"...still being a smart ass. "don't have one," she smirked. "well, what kind of wine do you have?"
"red or white, asshole...."
tiger almost fell off his chair he was laughing so hard.
"i'll have the red," i replied, but i didn't touch the glass when it arrived.
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