I just don't have a use for them. Well, until now. Its not secret that I love the bears, a beefier stock of man with a scruffy face and a furry belly. And all my friends know that to call me a chaser gets a glare but to call me a twink gets a tone of violent rebuke. When I started doing visuals on the screen I knew I needed eye candy. I knew that my tastes in men weren't gonna cut it on the screens so I took to videotaping the antics of club goers losing their morals on Club Marcella's lone stripper pole. I've gotten mostly trashy girls and more than enough hot messes to feed the "Hot Pole Mess Meme," but occasionally I get something hot. This is John. He's chicken, straight up Original Recipe. The girl to his left is some skank who thinks its hot to "date" twinks. I took some photos and video of him and he's a true winner for "hot boy in underwear dancing" footage. Thing is he knows I hate him. I kick him out of the booth all the time for rubbin all over our DJ, Charles Masters, who should be doing more important things like mixing. See, I like to keep the DJ booth a Chicken Free Zone, much to Charles' chagrin. So, do I have to bite my tongue and own up to the importance of these vapid bodies? Charles and I both agree, there isn't much to poor Johnny but a cute body and a bubble butt, but do i lose integrity for following this boy around with a camera? Or can I claim professional exception? Here's a video with some footage of the Pole Chicken.... slowed down a little for the porn effect. Probably NSFW, as his undies get a little low. and if you absolutely must see the first (and probably only) two inches of this boy, click after the jump for the uncut pole chicken clip. #tweetit