That's why I stopped going to gyms. There's always I-like-walking-around-naked guy in the locker room.
Bro, you been drying off for 15 minutes, enough...
I imagine the strip clubs in Wisconsin comparable to the ones outside Ft Knox, KY. The type of places where the dancers walk out naked and you throw them bills to put their clothes back on.
I remember my friend got into it. He had me try his brew once. The convo went like this:
Friend: So, man, how's it taste?
Me: Well, it kinda tastes like @$$. It tastes like I'll be sticking to Budweiser.
The end.