Oh. Okay. I stand corrected.


Then how about this?

Year 1: $400,000
Year 2: $400,000
Year 3: $400,000
Year 4: $400,000
Year 5: Prison

or

Year 1: $350,000
Year 2: $350,000
Year 3: $350,000
Year 4: $350,000
Year 5: $350,000

On the business idea, though, I will demand that it be all nude, and not just one of those topless places. I believe that if you're going to do something, you should do it right.

ROFL I guess he was not thinking much about his future.

Please tell me your market research came up with a weight limit for the peelers. Opening a strip club named, "The Sexy Sumo" is not what I had in mind when I started this thread.

I think the weight limit should be some type of formula, to account for different heights. Something like MW = 1.9*H+(H-65), where MW is the maximum allowable weight and H is height. That would allow a 5 ft. dancer to weigh up to 109 pounds, and a 5-10 dancer to weigh up to 138 pounds.

In terms of a name, we should give this some thought. I think I'd go with "The Library" so that guys could tell people that they're going to the library and not face any social stigma. They could then even say that they're planning to spend a lot of time in the stacks.

With that logic, we could also call it, "The Chimney."

Please gather more market research on this matter ASAP. Thank you.

I had a friend who would tend to buy distressed businesses of various types, straighten them out, and then resell. Guy had a ton of dough and a great crew of people working for him. This was down in Florida.

Someone approached him (married, in his 50s) about selling my buddy a strip club he owned. My buddy said no initially, but then he saw the financials. They were off the charts. He spoke with his wife about it, and he eventually bought it. Turns out the books were cooked and the place was even more profitable than what he was shown.

Basically, they are beyond the biggest cash cows you can ever imagine. Low overhead and HUGE amounts of money with steady business. No such thing as a bad time of year, etc. etc.

Yeah ... I'm quitting my job.

Keep in mind that we are talking a cash business here, so the IRS probably has figured out a way to calculate that he HAD to make a minimum of $XXX when in fact he probably made 10X that.

I had a buddy who was skimming cash off the top of his laundrmat for about 10 years. After 8 years of showing losses or paltry profits he was audited. The IRS agent spent 2 weeks going over things with his accountant. They looked at water, gas, and power bills and had a nice little formula worked out as to how many loads that translated into. It was still pretty funny, the IRS spent all the money to put up an agent for 2 weeks, and they ended up sending him a bill for $7500.

He skimmed that much off a month, so who really won?

I guarantee this guy will laugh his butt off when this is all said and done, because he probably has six figures in cash hid away somewhere.

DT

So you're going to tell your significant other that you're going to the chimney to browse the stacks? I'm sorry, but the library is a much more logical destination.

Oh, or perhaps you could call it The Office, so guys could say that they were in The Office all weekend.

So are you in? We can use a mouthpiece.

No. I would tell my smokin' hot, nurse, significant other, exactly where I was going. I refuse to lie to her.

Of course, she would probably use her stethoscope like a garrote on my neck, but still ...

I am pretty sure I would go broke as a stripper, guys just don't want to give me tips.

Look both ways before you cross the street.

You're welcome.

:D

Perhaps there's a job here for her, too. You can join the firm as a team.