Sunday Funday Extended adult version

Oh, the scene of the crime... How quickly we degrade ourselves from the cultural merriment of Thai New Year to the other classic attraction on Hollywood Blvd: Jumbo's Clown Room. Now, a brief word about said clown room: Jumbo's is not for the faint of heart, it's a classic, a staple; dare I say it, a legend. The ladies that dance at Jumbo's are not your typical fare, but a part of the institution that is Jumbo's. There's no slimy DJ bellowing out who's on stage next, but rather a dry erase board, slanted just so, upon the coffee machine. The ladies aren't forced to dance to whatever tripe some uninvolved, removed, so-called master of ceremony might choose, but rather, the girls themselves can saunter on up to the juke box with their own two bucks and pick their own song. Should the ladies desire a bag of doritos on their way to the stage, they can get that too, at a conveniently located vending machine, just two clicks of their clear heels away from the stage. It seems our friend Jumbo has thought of everything.


There are many different theories about picking up strippers. Some people will tell you in involves money, others will tell you drugs: but no, I say, and dare I share it, lest you all ruin the beauty of the simplicity, it's all about one thing: Board Games.
That's right, you heard me, board games. These girls have heard everything before, there's almost nothing you can ply them with. So you have to get creative. Board games. Get them back to the crib, play some Jenga, give them some Corona, and they get naked. I don't know why it works, but it just does...
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