Speaking of strip clubs, gotta say it was pretty bizarre this summer having a funeral at a church in a little shithole town on the edge of East St. Louis where the place basically consists of 3-4 strips clubs across the street from a church and a few crappy houses and a trailer park. An average night sees more people in the strip clubs than the couple hundred people who actually live there. Interesting history there though, some underground railroad connections, the church is kind of a big deal as the first of its denomination west of the Appalachians, former home of Albert King, and a place many consider America's first black town founded in 1820, mostly by escaped slaves. OK, enough with the black history spiel...I have indeed worn sweat pants to one of those clubs.

I like to wear sweatpants because i love it's comforts and it suitable for sweat persons as well...

Finally, some sanity in this conversation!