Yeah , It's called "There is more to it than meets the eye"
Last time I failed to heed this and got into trouble was about 8 years ago in a nudie club in Waterbury, CT. I settled in with my pals and we started tipping back some brews
when all of the sudden this real blimp of a dancer starts huffin' her way towards us. I mean she wouldn't get out of the way to make room for a hot one. She said something about us being cheapskates which was probably true, but hey I wasn't paying to see fat. Finally I opened my wallet, handed her a bill and said "here's a dollar, get your perfume smellin ass out of my face and go get yourself some Jenny Craig". Thats when it hit me: The only way a fat chick gets to work at a strip club is if she is dating one of the bouncers. Ouch!