We have a winner!
This week's winner of the infrequently awarded Perfidious Prize For Inadvertant or Vertant Asshattery goes to...
Mr. Tauhidul Chaudhury of Bangladesh, who ran up a $129,696 bill at New York strip club Scores last October. (The Smoking Gun, of course, has the story.)
That's not the asshattery, though anyone who runs up a $130K bar bill in one night has it in him to achieve such. The asshattery is this: he's suing Scores, claiming that he never authorized those charges on his credit cards. Too bad his signature is on them, or he'd almost have a case! Who wants to bet that he's got a wife at home in Dhaka, and that she's a bit peeved? Moreover, everyone knows that New York City strip bars are a total scam. Rudy's blue laws mandate pasties on all the dancers (tho' who knows what goes on in the private rooms), and most of the dirrty is mitigated by Scores' popularity, size, and adjacence to the newly enDisneyed and Viacommed Times Square. Mr. Chaudhury and his $130K would have had a much sleazier time at some no-name place in Yonkers, or so I hear.
So, Mr. Tauhidul Chaudhury of Bangladesh, you are our winner! Wear it with pride, asshat!
PS. Dude, you probably should have figured this out before dropping $130,000 learning it the hard way: There is absolutely, positively, NO SEX IN THE CHAMPAGNE ROOM.
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So you hear?
So you hear?
J,
J,
Lon was on Howard this AM.
Not only is all this stuff form last October, and not only is he filing suit now because the credit card companies refused to halt payments to Scores, but the guy's been BACK to Scores a tleast 4 times since October!
And if the guy reall wanted sex, but didn't want it from his wife, for 100g's he could have flown anywhere on Earth (1st Class) to where prostitution is legal. Shit, for that kind of bread he could have flown his favorite whores here.
I wonder what the Hindi equivalent of "douchebag" is...?
B, yes, "so I hear." From a
B, yes, "so I hear." From a guy I usedta know from my record label days, who now clerks at a punk record shop on St. Marks Place off 3rd Avenue.
Rest assured that, despite my share of fun 'n' hijinks in the past, my knowledge of divey nudie bars in the New York metropolitan area is strictly hearsay.