I had thought a shower show would be more like that scene from Flashdance. But handing people money as they perform for me never really appealed. I prefer annual subscriptions.
An entire write-up about this place and not one mention of the immense engineering feat Wheeling, West Virginia was. The only bigger one I can think of is Flushing, NY of which I wholeheartedly approve.
West Virginia Code, § 549.05: No one can allow nudity or expose genitals, pubic area, vulva, anus, or buttocks in an establishment that serves alcohol. Thought you'd want to know. And who knew, some states require a stripper license. Suppose that's similar to an open carry permit. In the same "who knew" category, apparently Portland, OR is the capital of strip clubs, with more per capita than any other U.S. city. One shown in the link below raised all sorts of interesting possibilities. By the way, snack pies in WV are considered food groups.
In Texas when I was in high school, the school bus would stop at a local store on the way home and many would buy fired pies in little paper bags. Apricot was my favorite. I think they were a quarter each.
You have correctly identified the problem, but I do think the best solution needs to stay away entirely from the fantasy-reality nexus. It's a lose-lose situation.
I need to clarify on "guilt" about eating. I don't feel "oh this is bad for me!" guilt. That's more likely to manifest as self-annoyance, usually when I've gone on a sugar tear. But I feel actual "I will be called to task for this in the afterlife if there is one" guilt over dairy. You can get ethically sourced meat where the critters are treated well and killed quickly, but there's no really kind way to run a dairy. But, you know, butter is my favorite thing.
Ah, but it's not the milking that's the problem for me. It's the keeping the cows pregnant and then taking away the calves (usually very soon) who are then slaughtered or raised away from their mothers. The endless separation of mother and offspring is what brings the guilt.
And perhaps I have been misinformed. I had heard that it works that way with goats, but thought that I had heard that with cows, once they calve, as long as they are milked regularly, they produce indefinitely?
(My imperfect knowledge comes from local (very small) dairy operations.)
Out of all the pies that claimed to be "made with real fruit," Rachel picked one that was "Banana Cream Flavored"? Also, pecan seems to be mysteriously missing.
The most offensive part is the missing apostrophe in "Gentlemens".
I had thought a shower show would be more like that scene from Flashdance. But handing people money as they perform for me never really appealed. I prefer annual subscriptions.
Me, too. But some it is more metalic.
You throw coins at them!?
I suspect that the "spell checker" changed my reply, but right now have no idea at all about what I was saying. "Never mind."
Where fantasy gets mugged.
Exactly!
Route 15 in PA features several “Adult Stores” one of which uses a billboard to brag that there “Every Day is Hump Day.”
An entire write-up about this place and not one mention of the immense engineering feat Wheeling, West Virginia was. The only bigger one I can think of is Flushing, NY of which I wholeheartedly approve.
It’s actually hell (on wheels).
Tell us about the feat!
West Virginia Code, § 549.05: No one can allow nudity or expose genitals, pubic area, vulva, anus, or buttocks in an establishment that serves alcohol. Thought you'd want to know. And who knew, some states require a stripper license. Suppose that's similar to an open carry permit. In the same "who knew" category, apparently Portland, OR is the capital of strip clubs, with more per capita than any other U.S. city. One shown in the link below raised all sorts of interesting possibilities. By the way, snack pies in WV are considered food groups.
https://www.oregonencyclopedia.org/media/uploads/Ginger_Cardwells_Sexy_Reading_Room_1977_023434_Oregon_Journal_Roger_Jensen_s.jpg
For some reason, I’m guessing that the states that require a stripper license don’t require any kind of license or permit to open or conceal carry.
People are required to determine the situation in the old fashioned way: "Is that a gun in your pocket, or you just happy to see me?"
So a topless bar. Should’ve gone in to check for headless bodies.
In Texas when I was in high school, the school bus would stop at a local store on the way home and many would buy fired pies in little paper bags. Apricot was my favorite. I think they were a quarter each.
Fried pies, too, I hope.
OOPS! Yes, and my other made the best.
"mother"
At the risk of being obvious, I think it might have been OK, or at least served their needs, if they had reversed it: "Where Reality Meets Fantasy"
You have correctly identified the problem, but I do think the best solution needs to stay away entirely from the fantasy-reality nexus. It's a lose-lose situation.
I need to clarify on "guilt" about eating. I don't feel "oh this is bad for me!" guilt. That's more likely to manifest as self-annoyance, usually when I've gone on a sugar tear. But I feel actual "I will be called to task for this in the afterlife if there is one" guilt over dairy. You can get ethically sourced meat where the critters are treated well and killed quickly, but there's no really kind way to run a dairy. But, you know, butter is my favorite thing.
There are humane dairies, and they even allow the cows to get milked when they are ready, not by a schedule. I suspect most are not in the USA.
I love the idea of this - https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-32610257
The cows that queue up to milk themselves
Ah, but it's not the milking that's the problem for me. It's the keeping the cows pregnant and then taking away the calves (usually very soon) who are then slaughtered or raised away from their mothers. The endless separation of mother and offspring is what brings the guilt.
Oh my, yes.
And perhaps I have been misinformed. I had heard that it works that way with goats, but thought that I had heard that with cows, once they calve, as long as they are milked regularly, they produce indefinitely?
(My imperfect knowledge comes from local (very small) dairy operations.)
I just noticed the “S.I.N.” night for hospitality workers. Um, what? Why? Odd category imo.
Good eyes! I missed that.
Well, it's actually "Service Industry Night"--doesn't specify what kind of service.
No specification required
No lemon pie? Lemon is always safe.
I don't want to body shame, but do you think the pie eaters were up in the shower?
Did you pick a pie? Which flavor? I would have bought one of each.
I picked cherry. Rachel, banana cream. Both were sub-adequate.
Out of all the pies that claimed to be "made with real fruit," Rachel picked one that was "Banana Cream Flavored"? Also, pecan seems to be mysteriously missing.
We weren't thinking very clearly or analytically.
Sugar overload can do that to you, I think.
Cherry is always the right choice.
I wondered the same, thank you. A most unappetizing but necessary test.
In an ironic twist, if the erotic readings are by a fortune teller, it means the talent is a seer, not a stripper.
As in if you want to "see" more, fork over another 20.
It seems, from the license plate, that your defiantly-stickered car is visiting from the liberal bastion of Ohio.
The Ohio border is about a half hour away from Wheeling, or so.
At most.
Yeah, when I was an Air Force investigator in Ohio, W. Virginia was part of our "area of responsibility." Saw Wheeling many times.