"So... Jesus, a rabbi, Colonel Sanders, Hunter S. Thompson and a slutty Hawaiian girl walk into a bar. Then the gorilla says..."

Indeed, that's what happened on Sunday! I'm glad that my bar is helping to make bar jokes come to life. You want photos, I assume: MC Kingfish's Burlesque Birthday Blowout.

Someone told me that the can-can troupe weren't actually booked by anybody: they just showed up, in costume, and said "can we go on next?" I will believe that this is true, because it should be. I choose to live in a world populated by roving bands of vigilante can-can girls.