re: getting kicked out of a strip club

One time I got into a what I thought was a civil argument with another bouncer b/c I wouldnt sign my tab like my drivers lic. Big boy tried to put me in a head lock, and I slipped out of it. He kind of had this dumbfound look on his face, and just asked I pay with cash then.

Sugar's in Norman,Ok. Big back story to the entire evening but classic. As we sat on pervert row watched the dancer a girl with a monster zit on her arse takes the main stage.
I politely inform this classy young lady about her issue.
The entire bar starts chanting pop the zit. She throws every tip at us,bursts into tears, throws a pitcher of beer on us.

A large black hand comes up behind us and says...its time for you boys to leave.

I've been to the Rhino 3 times and have spent a grand total of 10 minutes there.

A few posters here can validate this. It's my white whale.

After a Ranger game, I went to Lace, a now defunct club off of 360 in Arlington, TX. with a frat brother, his actual younger brother, a couple of cousins, and his FIL. This was a couple of weeks before my frat brother got married. Ten minutes after we sat down, the groom-to-be got kicked out for getting up on one of the little two foot tall side stages, and hugging on/groping a girl. It took about 10 minutes of myself, and his FIL assuring the manager it was a bachelor party, we were about to spend some serious coin, and promising he wouldn't do it again to get the manager to let him stay. Pretty sure we paid the girl double what a table dance would have run too.

It was kind of strange being there with his FIL before he assaulted the girl. It was really strange being there with him when it happened.

His FIL came to the actual bachelor party we had too. When we got back to our hotel room, the groom passed out on top of one of the beds. The same cousins, and his brother, pulled down his pants, and covered his crotch with blue Rit dye. I wanted to stop them, but it was his own family doing it. His FIL knew they were going to do it,and came in, and watched, when they did it. Still all seems strange to me.

At another wedding I was in, the groom tried to steal a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, that we were leaving because it was closing, and got caught. This was 2 am, and he's getting married in 11 hours at 1pm. I had to talk to the police to keep him from going to jail. No FIL was there to help that night.

Was at Sammy's in Pensacola about 20 years ago drunk as Cooter Brown. Gave the server $100 bill for a drink and she never came back with my change. When I complained to the mgr he had the bouncers throw me out into the parking lot where the local cops suggested I take my drunk tourist arse back the beach or go to jail.

Got arrested after getting in a fight with some guys who were mad that we were hogging all the action because I borrowed 100k from a loan shark thinking I was about to die on an asteroid the next day.

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Was at Sammy's in Pensacola about 20 years ago drunk as Cooter Brown. Gave the server $100 bill for a drink and she never came back with my change. When I complained to the mgr he had the bouncers throw me out into the parking lot where the local cops suggested I take my drunk tourist arse back the beach or go to jail.

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damn, that's some bullshite.

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Another friend who is a violent addict was stabbed multiple times outside an
El Paso strip club, but he deserved it.

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What does one do to DESERVE a good stabbing?

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This is back in the 90s when the movie Shamoo came out. My buddy starts hollering “Free Shamoo!” Girl got so pissed. We all got kicked out. Kinda felt bad that night. Still kinda feel bad. But oh well.

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Shamu is the killer whale show at SeaWorld going back to the 70s. The killer whale movie you're thinking of in the 90s is Free Willy

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where the local cops suggested I take my drunk tourist arse back the beach or go to jail.

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One of those towns.

We used to go down canoeing on the Brazos River. There was a town we had to drive through that stopped and searched a lot of cars. It's the Sunday before Labor Day, and I'm with the same friend that tried to steal a bottle of whiskey the night before his first wedding. He was raging drunk again by the time we got back to our car. It's he and I, and two girls we brought from Dallas, in his car. I wasn't drunk, and tried to get him to let me drive, but he fought me, and I said F it. We're driving into this little town on our way home. He wasn't driving erratically or anything but BOOM, a cop is behind us with his lights on. They talk to him, see he's drunk, and ask if anyone else can drive. I told him I was OK and we follow them to the courthouse.

They told us we'd have to come back and bail him out on Tuesday, because they couldn't get him in front of a judge until then. He was still out in the lobby with them, and told me just to go home and not worry about him. We went home.

Labor Day morning the phone rings, and it's him saying he's taken care of everything, and I can come get him. When I pick him up, he has a black eye. He said he thinks they did that to him when they got him out of the car. He tells me they told him that morning he'd be better off if he didn't use a "Dallas" lawyer. Told him he should use a local lawyer instead, and he could get out that day. He told them that sounded good, and they got a guy down for him. He paid the lawyer $400 and the he got the charge dropped.