Iowa Story! - From someone else.

A story from a guy at my one Irish artist friend's potluck -

His friend was visiting his sister in Iowa, but before he gets there, he decides to stop off at a strip club on the way there, this cinder block building in the middle of the cornfields.

It's the middle of the day, and there's one guy on the opposite side of the room who's bundled up in this gray flannel suit, and other than that, there's no-one there for the show that's about to start.

After ordering a drink, he's waiting for the show to start, and this big old (white) stripper comes out wrapped up in an American flag, which she throws open to reveal her big titties, and he hears the guy in the gray flannel suit say in this weird and very loud high-pitched distinctive voice -

"OH WOW!".

So, right away he calls the waitress over and is like, "Hey, is that David Lynch?"

"Who?", she's like.

"David Lynch."

"I don't know, but I can ask him," she was like, and she walks over there, talks to the guy in the flannel suit, and comes back.

"He said yes if it's a woman, no if it's a man," she was like.

. . .