The Best Part of Waking Up, Coffee and a Striptease?



Picture from thesop.org


Some would say yes, undercover police officers say no.

Java Juggs is a little coffee hut in South Everett, Washington.
And if you're a paying customer, you may get a little more then coffee added to your morning routine. Because this little coffee stand also has a stripper pole inside it.

Police have been keeping an eye on the stand for a while because of customers complaining that the baristas were exposing themselves to them.
And during an undercover investigation, they found the allegations to be entirely true. One officer was asked if he was "a naughty boy" and when he said yes, he was told to wait in his car on the other side, and in a few minutes, was treated to a strip tease, accompanied by music.

Classy.

Now look, I have no problem with strippers, or stripper poles, or the what have you.
For goodness sake, there's a stripper pole in my apartment right now.
But ladies, try to at least keep it under wraps! Know your clientele!

Anyhow, the shop has been closed down, and the owner has been arrested for prostitution, and permitting prostitution, and six of her baristas have charges for lewd behavior.

Click here to read the article and watch the two totally worthwhile videos.
That certainly woke me up!

(oYo)
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1000 Ways To Die: Boobicide, Death by Breasts

I was watching "1000 Ways to Die", and there was a segment of an episode called "Boobicide".
Basically, there was this chick, who worked at a strip club (big surprise), and pulled in clients because of her large breasts, weighing in at ten pounds a breast.
These puppies were not natural, they had been enlarged though breast augmentation using the same polypropylene string we saw on Chelsea Charms.
Not only was she busty, she was also smart.
Like, super smart.
She liked to mix oxycodone and alcohol after stripping. And, because lugging around twenty pounds of boobs can make you back hurt really bad, she liked to hang out on her inversion rack.
Now, for those of you who don't know, and inversion rack is this super handy little device that you lay on, with your feet hooked onto a bar at one end, and hang upside down.

Picture from heartmonitor.com.



So basically, imagine the above woman, with giant jugs.

Giant jugs that are affected by gravity.

My interpretation of what this looked like when it happened.

Basically, because her boobs were so heavy, they swung right down onto her face, effectively blocking her airways, and because she was so mixed up on her... fancy dancy cocktail, she was unable to flip herself rightwards.

And she died.

She was smothered. By her own breasts.

HER OWN. BREASTS.

Guys, for those of you who know me, this is literally something that I used to be really afraid would happen to me.

Less because of alcohol and drugs and inversion racks, but more because I was afraid I would fall asleep, and my boobs would grow so fast in my sleep that they would smother me.

We should all be careful.

BE CAREFUL, OK?

Don't let that be you on "1000 Ways to Die".

(OYO)

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