Wait…that didn’t come out right. It’s true that we have a pole but probably not the one you’re thinking of. If there were anything resembling dancing on this pole there would be slivers, paper cuts, and/or staples causing some serious pain. That’s because our pole is a Utility pole! That’s right…a fuckin‚ power pole, one that runs right up through the floor and supports the massive quantities of voltage being cranked out by the dastardly devils representing the Dept. of Energy. You won’t find hard hats and rubber boots up here, but you will find some kick ass good times and a support group to match. So roll on down to 3931 1st Ave South tonight and we’ll hook you up with enough good vibes to last you another month.

Remember we just came back from Vegas so, bring your paddles, …not for that you dumbass, get your mind out of the gutter, they’re for the Ping Pong Tourney stupidbutt, get ready to be paddled and like it.

And yes the one and only Skip will be in the house to meet and greet and maybe even throw down an autograph or two… Meet him in person and fall in love all over again, he’ll be the friendly soft spoken gentleman waiting by the pool table, to kick your ass and if he doesn’t, the Redrum™ will.

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