I’m suffering from a case of what I can only call Go Go Syndrome. I find it impossible to walk past a Go Go bar without having to go in and see those beautiful girls dancing in their bikinis. It’s become a severe drain on my finances and although I try and run past the bars I find myself stopping and worrying what I may be missing out on. I blame the owners of these places for teasing my well earned baht out of me. My girlfriend isn’t happy either. Please help.
Go-go’d or gone
Dear Go-go’d or gone,
What can Hillary say to help you in your hour of need? Perhaps you could start the local chapter of Go-Go Anonymous? However, I think the answer to both your problem and that of your girlfriend is to buy a chrome pole and a mirror for your lounge room and let your girlfriend sing thongs for you!