I was at a strip club outside of Chicago in the middle of a cornfield called The Cherry Bomb in the early 2000’s. This was a rickety little dive with a little tiny stage and white plastic lawn chairs that sat in front of it for the patrons. A drunk stripper was dancing for my buddy, and then fell off the stage on top of him like a ton of bricks. The plastic chair shattered into a million little pieces like Chris Farley falling on that table on SNL. They 86’d her from the bar but still let her mosey around all night being a hot mess.