I’m definitely onboard with the Santee, S.C. strippers’ challenge for the Rebel Blogger to head his old El Camino in the direction of Santee and go soak up some Southern hospitality with the ladies at Spinners.

Something tells me, though, that the very thought of being in the same room with real live women in various states of undress would have the ole Reb’s cigar shriveling back into his pie hole like a frightened turtle’s head.

Come on, Reb. Go for it! You can’t rip poor Santee from afar and then refuse their olive branch (I mean, how often do you get to buy $9 watered-down drinks for a topless “olive branch” named Destiny, Midnight or Secretia?). Plus, McDonald tells me the gals there are as sweet as Grandma’s sweet tea.

NOTE TO MCDONALD: A couple dozen Titleist Pro V1s says if the Reb goes through with this, he comes back with a fiancé.

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