While driving around the other day, I noticed that one of Tampa's venerable landmarks, the spaceship-styled VIP penthouse on top of the 2001 Odyssey strip club, is looking a little worse-for-wear these days. You probably can't tell from this photo but it looks like a stiff (heh heh) breeze could blow (mmmph, giggle) the thing right off the top of the building. And I started thinking how cool it would be to see that happen: the spaceship teeters uncertainly a couple of times before listing to one side, the hull rupturing under the strain, spilling drunken losers, drug addled skanks, neon shag carpeting, multicolored lights and mirrored disco balls onto the pavement below.
Tampa: Home of the universe's sexiest space pinata.
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