The Dame and I were taking Charlie to the Tampa Aquarium, and we passed this strip club right across the street from the docks, clearly the unhappiest (or at least most yeasty) place on earth. The sign out front read “Nudest Nude Dancers In the Southeast.” And I’ll be honest, it confounded me. How can you be nuder than nude? Once you’re nude, that’s it, you can’t get any nuder. Unless they found a way. Is a speculum involved? Are there internal organs on display? Do the dancers look like Cavity Sam in the Operation game? Anyway, long story short, that’s how Daddy’s unanswerable questions ruined a family trip to the Aquarium.