It's a Wednesday night in beautiful Yellowknife and the boys are bored sick of self isolating. Against the recommendations of every medical professional in the world we put on our N95 masks, load up Cooter's 1996 Chevrolet Suburban with a burnt out headlight and head off to the local strip club to burn off some steam. As we walk in the door we're greeted by one of the local favourites, Claudette, who is wearing an entire bio hazard suit with two holes cut out where her fun bags are. We walk to the front of the stage and take our front row seats at perv row. To ensure we're properly social distancing we all leave an empty seat between us. The first dancer of the night hits the stage and a half buzzed Danny Grithead yells, "take is off". The stripper then stops, looks Grithead dead in the eyes through her biohazard suit and gives him a 15 minutes lecture on the importance of flattening the curve. Needless to say that killed the mood so we loaded back into Cooter's Suburban and headed home. The strip club wasn't as much fun as usual but we all learned a valuable lesson from Precious the stripper. Needless to say, this virus sucks and is wrecking all of our fun.
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