Quoted from Coindork:

I got kicked out of a strip club in Philadelphia once for throwing up on a stripper.
Long story short it was my buddies bachelor party. Went went out to eat Italian food beforehand, had spaghetti and killed like two bottles of wine each. After that a bunch of us went to the club and there I drank like 6 Jack and Cokes. Totally drunk at this point, three of us decided to get lap dances. Part way through my lap dance I feel something warm on my lap and I look down and the stripper had peed on my lap. I was pretty drunk, but I’m 100% certain I didn’t pay her to do that. I looked back up at her and start vomiting all over her face and titties. It was a pretty gross mix of spaghetti, wine and Jack and Coke. She was friggin pissed and started punching me furiously calling me a “mother fucker” and called security over while I was shielding myself from her bows. A big security guard came and grabbed me was said “YOU!!!, YOU’RE OUT OF HERE” to which I responded “sorry about that, didn’t realize this was a classy joint”. She gave me the nastiest look I’ve ever received from a woman and I couldn’t help but laugh because she still had spaghetti in her hair and in between her titties.
Spent the next 40 minutes or so waiting outside chain smoking cigarettes until my buddies finished up inside and came out and we jumped in a cab.
Strange night for sure.

Quoted from ultimategameroom:

My father grew up in Philadelphia. He lived right across the street from Eastern State Penitentiary. Also on the block was the Fairmont Fire House and my aunts family owed Irish bar. Fights outside Flynn’s Bar, the prison and the firehouse equaled nonstop entertainment!