The other day Lil Wayne set a world record for the most Facebook likes in a 24-hour period. I'm hell-bent on setting a BroBible record for the most "Not Bro" blue cup votes in a similar time period with this unfortunate item. Yesterday's New York Magazine's Daily Intelligencer blog shed a little light about "Westway," an “ironic-hipster strip joint" coming to Manhattan's West Side Highway. The establishment, housed in an old meat-processing plant that's housed various strip clubs over the past few decades, sounds more like a derelict Soviet Bloc torture chamber than a place to gawk at voluptuous titties.

It has the look of a set scraped together from seventies pop culture, with light-up floors reminiscent of Saturday Night Fever, glittery walls à la Ziggy Stardust, and oxblood-colored banquettes straight off a Scorsese lot.

As far as we're concerned, this is more a sign of the apocalypse than all those dead birds falling from the sky in early January. On the same note, I'm failing to find what's so f*cking "ironic" about this strip club. Because shady Tony Soprano types are the only ones who own and operate flesh palaces? Probably should have paid more attention in junior high English class rather than whining about shitty bands who "sold out." First it was PBR -- a fine American beer -- then it was Sperry's and NBA throwback jerseys, and now it's the time-honored tradition of a night out at the titty bar. Are there any more sacred cows left for these pretentious, skinny jean–wearing douchebags to butcher? Pour the hateroade in the comments. And remember, we're aiming for a blue cup world record here.