STEVEN WEISSMAN
Your trio of bros approached me and my girlfriend on Friday night and asked where you could find a strip club. You assumed the two women standing in front of you were fair game for your junior-high sophistication. We answered that, unless you were looking for Pony or Neighbours, you were in the wrong neighborhood and suggested Google Maps. Realizing the stupidity of your first attempt, one of you changed tactics and asked for a recommendation on a good place to eat. My girlfriend asked what you wanted to eat. To which one of you replied, “PUSSY!”…