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Crazy Horse topless dancers back on duty after strike

(Thanks to Mike G)

Comments

[Elon]

"What's the difference between a Crazy Horse dancer and someone working in a peep show?"

Um, nothing?

[manual tomato]

Best I've seen where 'LSD Vision' has actually been implemented..

[Clankie]

Thank god. I didn't think we could hold out much longer.

[nursecindy]

Are there any Crazy Horse dancers that look like this by any chance??

[Jeff Meyerson]

I am not clicking on that, cindy.

Whatever it is I don't think I want to know.

"I went to the Crazy Horse Saloon. The girls are naked there. They wouldn't let me in because I wasn't wearing a necktie. I don't understand it!"

--Rodney Dangerfield

[nursecindy]

Jeff, that link is more for the blog ladies, iykwim.

[O the Umanity]

Dance, in any form, is actually quite demanding, and definitely an art form ...

I know a little about art, and I know whut I like ...

... um ... nevermind ...

[ligirl]

is this like 'vocation sex'?

[Elon]

'Parently not, Cindy. The guy in that link has no necktie. He wouldn't be allowed in.

[MikeyVA.]

Nursecindy,

If it isn't it should be. He looks like he is packing if you catch my drift.

[HogsAteMySister]

"Our salary does not take at all into account our workloads or our nudity."

Exactly the same for us writers, eh Dave?

No one takes OUR nudity into account.

Especially the missus.

[O the Umanity]

Correctamundo!

[Loudmouth]

I can work naked anytime I want (except when I leave home). In fact...

[wingnut]

So do we have to tipping with $5 bills instead of $1? How about coins, do they take those? Do they have some kind of coin purse? Enquiring minds want to know.

[Elon]

None of that, apparently. I looked the place up on wikipedia. The owner is one of those artsy hippies who thinks nudie shows are "family entertainment". The only family entertainment going on is watching wives beat their hapless husbands with frying pans after being taken there on a family outing or date.

[Betsy]

To be paid this salary makes it seem vulgar.

Old punchline: "So now we're just negotiating a price."

[Omniskeptic]

Long story: back in the Seventies, when sin was seeping out of the cities into the small towns, we went to visit friends up in Escanaba, MI. They were homebodies, but took us out to dinner at a restaurant they remembered from earlier days. In the interim since they'd been there, it had added nothing at all to its menu or ambiance, but it had added a sort of shelf above the bar on which young women from Chicago or somewhere would dance, sans clothing.

We were the only people in the place, except for the staff and one dancer. Then the door opened, and in came Mr. and Mrs. Middle America and their two small children, tourists, I assume, who had no more idea what was on offer than we'd had. To everyone's credit, everyone was embarrassed. The family shuffled around at the door for a couple of minutes, then left. But I've always enjoyed imagining the conversation afterwards, with Mom and Dad explaining to the kids why that nice lady was up there without any clothes on.

[Andy]

Why was the Crazy Horse doorman dressed like a Canadian mountie?