Everyone does, eventually. It’s kind of hard to disguise a missing arm. I tried once. I went to a Halloween party dressed as an octopus, but when th...ey realized that only one of the eight arms worked, I was busted. Anyway, “ he went on, “that’s another story. It all happened about eleven years ago. I had just finished a gig outside Ocean City at a place called the Chicken Shack. Maybe you remember it? It was an old chicken coop, converted to a crab house. No? Well, no matter. The gig location is. ‘Personally, I thought we were having fun where we were. But if there is such a thing as having even more fun, I’m all ears.’ She laughed out loud, then looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘You have no idea what fun is, until you’ve been out with me.’ Then as quick as we got on the bus, the pull-cord was yanked, and we were jumping off of the bus. At the time, I didn’t realize if she was implying sexual intentions, or quite literally going clubbing, but it didn’t really matter to me. I was. And then headed out onto the sidewalk myself. It was time to audition.I was both surprised and disappointed upon entering the theater. The place was packed! Still standing outside in the foyer, I realized there must have been three dozen young women standing there, all auditioning for two very small parts. The only good thing was, each of them appeared and looked just as nervous as I did."Alright girls, listen up please?" Someone spoke, and then as we all turned facing to where the sound of the. "You don't know what it is?" She questioned us. We shook our heads. "It's called a knobber and it's for women. They are mounted on the knobs and tied down. The woman is then rotated and the knobs are pounded into her body." We still looked like we didn't understand. She explained further, "The sticks under the knob are long. The woman dies, torn apart. It's worse than pole dancing because then you can impale yourself on the pole and end it. The men pounding the knobs control how much goes in.