HAPPY ENDING

Man, 67, dies of 'natural causes' in a Texas strip club while receiving lap dances

(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)

Comments

[Jeff Meyerson]

If 67 is now considered "elderly," the blog and yours truly will hit you with our walkers if you don't STAY OFF OUR LAWNS.

[Clankie]

Bung Fu can be deadly.

[Bill Hudgins]

I want more details about what "unresponsive" meant.

[Meanie the Blue]

Sheesh. That is NOT how you do CPR.

[Allen at Division]

It would work for me, Meanie... :)

[Loudmouth]

Brings to mind Queen's "Killer Queen". All she did was put her boobs on his chest and yell clear.

[Rudolph]

It could be just a "Weekend at Bernie's" situation.

[Le Petomane]

She did promise a lap dance to die for.

[LeDud]

I wonder if Farmer's Insurance covered this ?

[funny man]

Either natural causes or a really botched lap dance. But I suppose interns gotta learn the grinds somewhere.

[OldPhil]

Speaking of Farmer's Insurance, what's the deal with their ad about the couple at the golf course whose dog puts the car in gear and almost hits Rickie Fowler? Why did they have their dog with them at the golf course? I call fake news.

[LeDud]

OldPhil has a good point. Its almost like they wanted to use Ricky Fowler. I bet he wasn't even there. And do they cover lap dances ???

[Ralph]

Speaking of celebrities at golf courses (which has nothing to do with lap dances):

Tiger Woods and Stevie Wonder are in a bar...
Tiger says Stevie, "How's the singing career going?"

Stevie replies, "Not too bad. How's the golf?"

Woods replies, "I've had some problems with my swing, but I think I've got that right, now."

Stevie: "I always find that when my swing goes wrong,
I need to stop playing for a while and not think about it. Then, the next time I play, it seems to be all right."

Incredulous, Tiger says, "You play GOLF?"

Stevie: "Yes, I've been playing for years."

Tiger: "But -- you're blind! How can you play golf if you can't see?"

Stevie: "Well, I get my caddy to stand in the middle of the fairway and call to me. I listen for the sound of his voice and play the ball towards him. Then, when I get to where the ball lands, the caddy moves to the green or farther down the fairway and again I play the ball towards his voice."

"But, how do you putt" asks Tiger.

"Well", says Stevie, "I get my caddy to lean down in front of the hole and call to me with his head on the ground and I just play the ball towards his voice."

Tiger: "What's your handicap?"

Stevie: "Well, actually -- I'm a scratch golfer."

Woods says to Stevie, "We've got to play a round sometime."

Stevie: "Well, people don't take me seriously, so I only play for money, and never play for less than $10,000 a hole. Is that a problem?"

Woods thinks about it and says, "I can afford that; OK, I'm game for that.. $10,000 a hole is fine with me.

When would you like to play?"

Stevie: "Pick a night."

[Richard the Weasel-Hearted]

So... Heart failure? Asphyxiation by motorboating? What?

Shoddy reporting.

[oneblankspace]

-- He was a sexagenarian.
-- Imagine... and at his age, too.

[oneblankspace]

There was a time when die was a euphemism for something that is much more common at clubs like that.

[Qaz]

At least he died happy.

[Topsy]

So as I understand it, he came and went.