Strip clubs are great. You go. You get some drinks, a couple dances. If you’re feeling like a baller, you can take a chick to a back room. Then, you pay your bill and you leave. Not so for W.A. Ilg. He’s suing the Hustler Club for getting him so drunk that he racked up a $28,109.60 bill.
The fact of the matter is this: when you get drunk, you are still on the hook for any stupid decisions you make. If you fuck a fat girl or make a bad fantasy trade, it’s on you. Still, it’s not even in the same category as blowing 28 G’s at the Hustler Club. Just think of all the things you could do with that money. W.A. Ilg had better gotten laid or seen a 12-girl orgy. This sets a very dangerous precedent. You can’t be a drunk Indian giver. There are enough drunk Indians as it is.
W.A., baby, If you think you’re going to do something outrageous like spend $28,000 on strippers, then don’t drink. Or have a Heineken. Nobody forced you to do it. Suck it up and cut a deal with Larry Flint. You’re making the rest of us guys look bad. You can’t stiff a stripper. It’s only going to make lap dances more expensive for everybody. And maybe try to pregame at your place in the future. Until then, you’re a jabroni, brother.
Rainman Suite 