The one time I went to a good strip club I had a brand new LaCoste shirt. I got back to the hotel, and there was ho-dust and make-up all over it. I couldn't get the sh!t out of the cotton, and the shirt was wrecked. I learned a couple of things that day:

1) It hurts way worse to throw away a $70 dollar shirt than something from Steve and Barry's.

2) You get the same end result looking at the Sears catalog lingirie pages as you do going to a strip club, so next time just rub one out and go to sleep.