Results tagged “stripclubs”

When dudes are together doing what dudes do (playing poker, watching a bloody UFC fight, drafting fantasy baseball teams) the words "girlfriend" or "wife" are bound to come out of someone's mouth once or twice. But rarely will you hear a guy utter the sentence, "This would be more fun if my girlfriend were here." That's just how it is; for many guys cigars, bloody knuckles and discussions of Russell Martin's OBP are just more enjoyable when their significant other isn't around.

I think it was the old posters outside the Seventh Veil on Sunset that first caught my eye. The women in them were straight out of Porky’s Revenge: the hair was teased, the thongs were high, and the photos' glossy veneers were remarkably reminiscent of Glamour Shots.

Nudar is GPS software for strip clubs that you can download into your existing gps unit. God is great, right? So if you are on a business trip and need boobies and blow toot sweet, you no longer have to have that awkward conversation with the concierge! I am so not even being a judgemental dick about this--When I read about Nudar earlier this week I actually thought "How in then name of vaj reconstruction and fuck swings has someone not invented this already?"

When Crazy Girls closed down about two years ago, it flooded the market with bikini dancers and ended a great run as one of the older strip clubs in Hollywood.

This week ended with the launch of the seventh and final Harry Potter installation. But while the world was consumed with Pottermania, it's important to remember that there were more serious things going on in the world, too - two of them in -Ist cities.

Why is this man smiling? Because he doesn't know that he's in ur Google Maps as part of the Street View feature, a new addition to the already-perfect map tool. Now one can see a birds-eye view like a traditional map, a satellite view, a hybrid view of both, and with this new feature one can see what the front of the building looks like and the whole damn block. With the new “Street...

We don't pretend to know everything there is to know about Los Angeles. In fact, we'd venture to bet that there are some of you reading right now that think we don't know squat about squat. You'd claim we just got off the greyhound bus from Tupelo and should just shut up already.

"I didn’t tell Steve about the dreams until we were well into our second year of marriage. At first he laughed it off as a silly recurring dream but when he realized the serious intensity of the nocturnal wanderings of my mind he opted for some rather unique therapy. This was back in the day when the Hollywood Tropicana was still up and running, though just barely. The club was on Western Avenue in Hollywood between Sunset and Santa Monica Boulevard. The night that Steve and I went to the Tropicana they had only recently lost their liquor license due to one violation or another. The cover was ten dollars with a two soft drink minimum.

You'd think Los Angeles, city of sin, would be able to lay claim to some of the greatest adult-entertainment sites in all of the world. But if you thought that, you'd probably be wrong.