This happened about two months ago. I was up at Jackhammer for their fabulous Strip Search Sundays. Mr. Nice Bowling Guy handed me a red jock strap and said he'd got it from some stripper somewhere and he'd been keeping it for me. I thanked him, said I'd sniff it later and then stuffed it in my pocket.
Ten minutes later I bumped into Mr. Nice Hispanic Bear Guy and I asked him if he was entering the strip contest. He said no because he wasn't wearing any underwear. I handed him the red jock strap and said, 'Here you are, now you can enter.' So he entered the contest and won. He then gave me the red jock strap back.
I was relating this story to a liquored up Nightspots contributor who suggested that I should ask the readers if one of them would like to pose for a photo wearing the lucky Nightspots jock strap. I told him it was a stupid pointless idea, but, after a couple more cocktails, he talked me into it …
… And so, the first e-mail I receive from someone who wants to pose in the lucky Nightspots jock strap gets to be photographed for the paper. (Yes, I have washed it.) I'd prefer someone who has never had their picture in Nightspots before. As with anything to do with Nightspots, gender, size, age, sexuality, cloning-status, are completely irrelevant.
E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Big kisses and a happy birthday to Nightspots cover girl, Crystal.
And speaking of cover girls, was that Demanda Bump I saw working at Cocktail. And isn't that Tony (Steve Cannon) working at Cocktail too?
How many cool people can you cram into one bar?
Hi Foozie, I keep missing you at Cocktail girl!!