If you come to Club Marcella, and I take your video whilst you be pole dancing, its either:

1. because you are hot, and I’d like to put you on the screen and do fancy effects with you…
2. because you are mildy hot, but you hove around alot and have flashy things on you that would look good if i applied a lot of special effects…
3. You are a hot mess and I’m gonna blog about you on Monday.

Halfhearted ravers break my heart. We should have some ecstasy on hand for the poor chaps when they run out of juice. Except for this kid; it was nearly 11:30PM on a rainy Saturday night, and he just stood there with his glowsticks that he brought on his own, looking like a fool. Hot Pole Mess.

His boyfriend was kinda hot from all the piercings, but Randall informs me he is lacking in the equipment zone. Must be why he draws all the attention to his face.

I try to take a video each night of some poor child skanking around the Pole at Club Marcella. The better ones I use for visuals, the messy ones I post to Youtube. They’ve all been messy so far. Today’s Pole Chicken is a friend of our DJ, Charles Masters, and I regularly enjoy kicking him out of the DJ booth. I like to enforce a strict, no-chicken policy in there. #tweetit