We can think of no better way to kick off #SEXtember Part Deux than with Katt Shea’s 1987 thriller, STRIPPED TO KILL. This isn’t one of those movies the skimps (wink) on the stripping. There’s a lot of it in STRIPPED TO KILL. So much, in fact, that it broke our titty count machine.
We talk about strange rules for strip clubs, the challenge of keeping the patrons excited during the 15-20 minutes it takes the DJ to tear down and build a new set for the next stripper and, of course, which time of year muscles are poisonous. Which muscles? You have to listen to find out.
And while STRIPPED TO KILL has a whole lot of stripping, that is not the sum of it’s parts. There are meat sculptures, police department employees that work at] brothels, telekinetic fire starting, and a little double identity (we’re not talking about the boobies).
Finally, Ryan and Erica teach Marc how to properly tell a joke and we discover a unique new business opportunity that you need to hear about. We are all going to get rich.