Reposted for laffs:

There was a lot of fauxtrage yesterday from the family-values types (including Sarah Pile-On) about the Young Eagles and their outing in L.A.

For the record, I would like to state that I have never been to a strip club. But I have been invited dozens of times, and to my best recollection every invitation has come from some guy who would define himself as a conservative, if not a social one. Young, upwardly mobile, married-with-kids family guys, to be specific. I can’t recall ever having one of my Prog friends say, “Dude, let’s finish this doobie and then hit the titty bars!”

Maybe it’s because most Progs hang out in mixed-gender groups instead of little “woot-woot” boys-only sports cliques, are comfortable with their sexuality, know what real live grrrls look and feel like, and don’t think they have to pay for the experience.

Or am I just imagining things again?

Young Eagles T-shirt: “I went to an expensive titty bar, and all I got was a big wet load in my undies!”