A fateful night shortly after the building of the table occured, of course, in the presence of large amounts of alcohol. While chugging beer and sitting around the large table, members of the group were busily watching movies, talking, and, as always, looking at Jason's extensive collection of porn. Into the porn was slipped the latest issue of Maxim, an all around fantabulous magazine everyone should subscribe to, and we're about to prove why.
An article caught the eye and jumped out at one of the chosen, Amanda to be exact. "How to Build Your Own Stripper Pole" is the kind of title that does that to you. The assembled group started to discuss what fun that could be in a group so packed with nymphomaniacs, when it was pointed out that an 4'x8' table, painted black that sits 5" off the ground looks an awful lot like a stage. From then on any little white angels on anyone's shoulder telling them that a stripper pole was a hard shove down the slippery slope to the burning fires of hell were quickly bound, gagged, shipped off to a seedy brothel in Bogota, Columbia.
