One time when I was in Uncle's Big Ass Canoe Club I got sent on Temporary Additional Duty (TAD) to New Orleans for a week long class in some bullshit thing.

My friend and I were down on Bourbon Street and we happened to stumble into an all-lesbian bar.

We had had a couple of drinks, so neither of us caught on right away. Finally, the light dawned and I told my friend, Rod, "Hey, this is a REAL lesbian bar."

"Yeah? How do you know?"

"Look there," I pointed, "even the pool table doesn't have balls."