Greasy Pole (Not Ron Jeremy)
by Steve West on September 23, 2007

Apparently, there is an annual contest in which men in drag attempt to walk the length of a greasy pole suspended over a body of water. It appears to be about 40 feet in length and about 20 feet over the water. The object being to reach the flag at the end of the pole. It's damn funny seeing contestant after contestant doing headers off this greased pole and the number that do it repeatedly. Why do a number of them attempt to hang onto the pole after falling over? Like they can slip-slide back to the starting point? The number of straddling crotch blows is staggering and shamefully funny.
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