I didn't know that Cleveland Had A Bridge and Tunnel Crowd

We went out Saturday night and walked down West 6th street where a whole bunch of these types of chicks were stumbling into clubs with phony red carpets. Red Carpets! In front of some douchey club full of Armenian immigrants and chicks from Parma.

I would like to dole out some unsolicited advice to the girls from the bachelorette parties that we had the unfortunate pleasure of watching teeter on their cork heels and try to wiggle their sausage casing down to an acceptable level below their pubic bone: If you haven't exercised since those mandatory years in middle school, don't wear tube dresses! Leave that to the real whores that work at The Crazy Horse down the street.

Thank you.