A rural Missouri man proves that Brokeback Mountain isn't completely a work of fiction and reports a neighboring unlicensed strip club to the authorities. Seriously, is there any guy who didn't see this story and yell "douchebag!" at the screen? A strip club in the backyard is pretty much the dream of every homeowner who doesn't have a uterus and it's what makes the Playboy mansion so cool. Years later the guy who turned reported the club is going to discover that he had some kind of testosterone deficiency and beat the shit out of his doctor for not discovering it earlier.
I thought that rocked, if you ain’t got the wherewithal to go to the titties, then goddammit find a way to bring the titties to you. And charge your meth popping pals money to hang out. Gotta use the stinkin barn for something, right?
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