If you were one of the lucky few that secured an invite to Lamar Odom’s bachelor party scheduled for last night, we offer our condolences. And so does Odom, who’s still scheduled (as far as we know) to marry Khloe Kardashian on Sunday.
“I am extremely thankful to Joe Francis and Rob Kardashian, for agreeing to host my bachelor party this evening at Hollywood hot spot Les Deux.
I regret, I will have to cancel this event because I have now decided to have a private dinner with my teammates, a few close friends and of course Joe Francis and Rob Kardashian.”
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Man, that would have been a sweet party, but it’s probably for the best that such an awesome event didn’t happen. How depressing would it be to have an awesome time with strippers and midgets and then realize, Oh, I have to get married in three days to someone who’s neither a stripper nor a midget. This is exactly why we’re hiring a clown to drink with us in Vegas. Because parties with strippers and midgets are just a logistical nightmare.
The recently freed ex-NFL quarterback Michael Vick celebrated his first night out of federal custody in style–by reportedly going to a strip club.
In other news, one of our loyal YBF readers sent over some juice about Michael Vick. Apparently he wasted no time after getting off house arrest yesterday. Said YBF reader spotted Mike at a popular Gentlemen’s club called Atlantis in Virginia Beach last night. And he was partying it up with Allen Iverson and his wife. Hmmm. One of the dancers also said that Allen didn’t throw out a single dollar all night despite bragging about being a “money making machine.” When will dudes stop pissing off strippers? That’s how a lot of trouble starts…via.
Professional athletes being cheap at a strip club? Surely you jest. But this is what being American is all about–having slutty women rubbing up on you. Why else would a cadre of pilgrims jump into a big leaky boat 400 years ago? At least now we’ve stopped throwing coins at women. I call that progress.
UPDATE: Vick’s agent and NFL Network’s Adam Schefter said the strip club visit never happened. Who to believe?! via.
Here’s some video footage from the club where Adam “Pacman” Jones famously made it rain during the NBA’s All Star Weekend in 2007. The video, which abruptly ends before the alleged shooting of three club employees takes place, was used as evidence in the trial of Arvin Edwards, the gunman allegedly connected to Jones.
Jones told police he arrived at the club with “close to $100,000.” He took $40,000 out of his Louis Vuitton bag and exchanged it for several stacks of $1 bills, which he put in a black trash bag, according to his statement. So much money was thrown onto the main stage that dancers, after their sets, started filling buckets with the loose bills covering the stage.
“Don’t start getting the money until I tell y’all to get off the stage,” Dupri said. “… Just keep f—ing dancing! Don’t bend down and try to get your money.”
And that’s when, according to the report, Jones grabbed one of the dancers by the hair and punched her in the face. Jones was “forcibly removed” from the club. I guess punching strippers in the face hasn’t really caught on out west yet.
Jones and his entourage were thrown out of the club. Moments later, prosecutors say, a lone gunman — a man they say was Edwards — stepped from behind a palm tree at the front of the club and opened fire.
Pacman, who no longer wishes to be called Pacman, was released by the Cowboys in February, and may not see the field this year, or ever again. He’s not under suspension at the moment, but it’s still mid-July. You gotta give the kid time to work his way into midseason form. The Bengals would certainly be in the market for a stripper-puncher. That sounds like a piece of office equipment, doesn’t it?
The U.S. Pole Dance Federation held its U.S. Pole Dance Championship in New York City this weekend, and although a standing court order kept me from attending, I’m happy to direct you to this recap of yesterday’s competition. The article comes with the standard note that the competitors are NOT strippers, and the victor was Las Vegas-based “aerialist” Jenyne Butterfly (almost certainly her real name), a three-time champion at Pole-a-palooza. From the recap:
[W]hile pole dancing has certainly gone from erotic to aerobic, not all the sensuality has been lost. At the championship, five-inch heels, belly-button rings and tattoos were just as prevalent as washboard abs, well-toned biceps and calves the size of peaches…
[Butterfly] took the stage as the night’s second to last performance and showed why she truly is “The Pole Queen.” … At times, one arm supported the entire weight of her outstretched body… By the time Butterfly capped off her performance with her signature “flag move” — think of her as the flag on a flagpole — the capacity crowd was on its feet…
“It feels really good,” Butterfly said afterwards as the crowd streamed out the theater. “I’ve never won a medal for pole dancing before. Normally, they just hand me an envelope of money.”
Well, it beats having to pick it up off the stage, anyway. (Video after the gallery.)
Philadelphia hosts the Wing Bowl every Friday before the Super Bowl, and the event — which didn’t allow professional competitive eaters to participate this year — featured the usual amount of gluttony and debauchery.
[A] man nicknamed Super Squibb has won Philadelphia’s Wing Bowl by downing 203 chicken wings in about 20 minutes. For his efforts, 23-year-old John Squibb of Berlin, N.J., gets a car, a $7,500 diamond ring and a crown of miniature chickens.
That crown of miniature chickens is gonna come in handy. Women are going to see it and assume that he’s royalty. And all the guys will be jealous. “There goes Squibb. Look at him, walking around like he’s the King of Chickentown.” “Uh, he is the King of Chickentown. Got the crown and everything.”
The contest is sponsored by sports-talk station WIP-AM. It also features scantily clad “Wingettes” and a cast of sickened contestants.
Anyway, if you think this is just an excuse to link to the “18 dirtiest girls in Wing Bowl history” at Busted Coverage, congratulations. You saw right through my sexy plan.
Tampa is well-known to be a haven for the strip club connoisseur, and this week the local flesh peddlers expect business to boom like never before, as landmark clubs like 2001 Odyssey and Mons Venus are within walking distance of Raymond James Stadium.
“Tampa has a reputation for having the most strip clubs and the most girls who are a lot of fun,” says a 25-year-old exotic dancer named Claudia, who left her usual gig in Las Vegas to work the Super Bowl week here…. Claudia says she’s worked four previous Super Bowls and expects to make as much as $2,000 a day performing at 2001 Odyssey… “It’s so crazy, everybody is in a such a party mood,” she says. “It’s a whole new level of everything.”
The clubs have been busy auditioning more dancers and upgrading their interiors. Some will stay open 24 hours.
Naturally, bitch-ass politicians passed a “no lap-dance” law designed to keep dancers six feet away from patrons in an effort to try to promote lame crap like the city’s beaches and vibrant Latin quarter.
“It’s like cockroaches,” [a former city councilman who pushed the six-foot ordinance] says. “If you don’t stay on top of it, it will infect and run you over. And that’s exactly what’s happened.”
I respectfully disagree. I’ve never had a coked-up cockroach give me a boner and swindle me for an extra $20 before.
