Or maybe spiders…..(quiver) that’s just too awful

The name of the club is Venom. Venom? What is that supposed to mean? It used to be a strip club called The Candy Store. That club had the worst reputation – there were always shootings and drug busts and all manner of nefarious goings on.

Now it’s Venom.

“What is Venom?” I asked My Honey as we drove by.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Is it a vampire strip club? Are there naked girls ‘dancing’ with snakes? Scorpions maybe?” I asked trying to be helpful.

“I have no idea,” he reiterated.

“What did it say in the newsletter?” I looked at him expectantly.

“What newsletter?” He looked across the car at me as if he never knows what the hell I am talking about.

“The Guy Newsletter.”

He started laughing. “Newsletter,” he snorted.

“Are you telling me there’s no newsletter?” I am flabbergasted. How can there be no newsletter? Maybe that’s how come our husbands never know what the hell is going on.

“No there’s no newsletter.”

Wow this is a market that’s just desperate to be filled, crying out for attention. If one of you guys to do your species the greatest service, you’ll get yourself some newsletter software and get jumping on that. The wifes of America will thank you heartily. There are few things more annoying than when a husband comes home with the barest bit of gossip, leaving huge gaping questions. Questions that keep a wife up at night.

Women don’t need newsletters. We have no problem finding out what’s going on, who’s breaking up, where the best sales are. I promise you if there was a curious shoe/cupcake/book store opening up, we’d know all about it.

For goodness sake, one of you men get on this ASAP. Consider it a charity time donation if you must. Someone needs to fill in all these blanks.

Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to let them know stuff like what goes on in Venom.