This reminds me of the time I wore gym shorts to the strip club...
This reminds me of a story from a friend who went to a strip club, ordered some wings, got a lap dance, came to uhhh fruition, and then had his wings boxed up and ate them in his vehicle in the parking lot in his wet pants. That guy had (has?) a weird obsession with strippers/strip clubs. He's no longer my friend, for other reasons obviously, because that story is hilarious.