$16,835=130 Lap Dances of Justice

17 grand worth of lap dances!  Hell yeah!  That’s how we, or at least the Seattle PD and your FBI roll.

Sex!  Strippers!  Cops!  Four years of lap dances, a few hand-jobs and you’ve got just another puritanical battle of crew cut vs. mammal intercourse.

Scary!! And what a horrible waste of a Motley Crue and or an “ageless” Steppenwolf tune…

We used to call this fraud, waste and abuse, back in the glorious Strategic Air Command days.  I think.

I was awfully busy protecting your neewwkuular nuewcular nuclear weapons and B-52’s, while simultaneously occupying various strip joints and bars to remember much of it.

Patriots we were!

Anyway, we here at the lens covered this story of scary girly parts, overwhelming law enforcement attention and the plight of the Colacurcio family business…right here, about two years ago.  Covered being a hard word to define…

130 God damned lap dances of entrapped justice.  That’s kind of like watching Mick Mars struggle to walk across the stage, or Motley Crue without Tommy Lee.

Kind of.