At the risk of incriminating myself I will tell this story. While in Community college in Orlando I got 500 hits of exctacy fronted to me for a friend who happened to leave to make a pot run to Mexico without telling me. I had to pay for the stuff so I would go into Club Juana before and after class to study and have some of the girls help me get my money back. One day this stripper named Rose was out doing her dance on the pole and right when she had her leg at maximum hieghth she must have farted because diahrea started running furiously down her leg. The few customers that were there, mainly construction workers went into hysterical fits of laughter. She immedietly started crying and ran off the stage. I did feel bad for her but not too bad as she also happened to be stalking a buddy of mine. Bad timing for a case of the speedy browns.-T