Check out this New Yorker getting slapped 100 times by delighted clubgoers. And it's not even a gay club! From Gawker, who have, of course, the perfect headline: Come On, Get Slappy! Is this some kind of fetish, or is the club just really, really harsh?
Next to this one.
From Gawker. Not-to-be-missed account of Long Island 
City's seediest strip club.
At that point I had tipped all (six) of the dancers at least $3 each. The Brazilian she-male had been particularly pushy. Finally, Marek returned. "We leave now," he said. "Goodbye!" And then he leaned in and kissed me on the spot on the cheek that one offers when one's suitor is clearly aiming for one's lips. The Northrup Strip to his Space Shuttle Columbia mouth, if you will. Then he and his thugs departed.
J and Lentz were horrified. "You let him kiss you!"
"He offered me several glasses of champipple," I replied feebly. "Moreover, I kept him and his henchmen from strangling all of us. Consider it the ultimate sacrifice."
Is there nothing this woman won't do for friends?
Today Clay Aiken and Michael Sandecki are outpulling Beautiful Agony as draws to this blog. And yesterday, both the Shebeen Club and the Irish Heather were for a time ahead of BA in the hit stakes.
And with that, an internet icon falls.
PS Don't worry, Sean, I am going to write up the real story as soon as I've had my little dinner break.
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