During a visit with my Mom and her husband in Virginia Beach, the conversation turned to strip clubs.
As it will.
As we drove through old, familiar areas of my hometown, we all wondered aloud where the strip clubs that were once fixtures in the area had gone, and started listing the names of the places we remembered (hear that, JB's Gallery of Girls?)
Which is when my Mom’s husband remarked, “There was one place called ‘Head Lice.”
Incredulous, I shrieked, “There was a strip club named HEAD LICE???”
Which is when he clarified it was, in fact, called "Head LIGHTS."
Straight outta a Norman Rockwell painting,
Brutalism
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