This week's strip is rated PG-13, for mature themes, suggestive language, and a very large fist.
I meant to draw the customer in frames one and two in the guise of Paul, that great stripper magnet of Orange County, but in the process of drawing one lanky, curly-haired person I found myself drawing something that more closely resembled a certain oft-monikered know-it-all who's only slightly less fitting for the occasion. Think of it as two shout-outs in one.
But more importantly, as the (ahem) strip suggests, the L.A. City Council is chewing on a resolution that would prohibit strip club patrons from coming closer than six feet to strip club entertainers. Because that'll fix our schools. I'm hoping that the ban, should it pass (an identical ban failed when I was in high school), will lead to a Supreme Court hearing on whether lapdancing is a fundamental right. Because I think it is.
Really, a ban like this would just be a giant orgasm of unintended consequences. There's already underground prositution in strip clubs, so now there'll just be underground lapdances, too. And the escort industry will explode. Explode, I tell you.