I met Scott Adams at a strip club once. He sat next to me and told me he just came from the bank, said he was going to make it "rain on them hoes" and that "those bitches better build an ark" because it was about to get "biblical". He had a large bag that I presumed he got from the bank. I was expecting him to take out a band of twenties or something, but instead he had rolls of pennies in there. He began to throw them at the strippers. A few of the rolls exploded as them impacted the stage, showering pennies everywhere. He said he liked it better this way, watching the strippers pick up their "chump change". I asked him if he thought he was being rude, and he said he wasn't. He said he was allowed to act this way because he had "fuck you" money. After a while he looked bored. He turned to me and asked me if I wanted to go to the gay bar with him. He said he knew a great little gloryhole there, and that "those faggots will suck you dry" for free, and that this was his secret "life-hack" the kikes in charge of traditional female prostitution didnt you to know about. I told him I was straight, and didn't want my dick sucked by a man. He laughed and told me he wasn't a fag, he was just testing to make sure I wasn't either. He then went to the bathroom, telling me he was going to "powder his nose" and I was free to join him. He said his cocaine was "pure white" and that "real Aryan, Ubermensch" shit. He went to the bathroom, and I used that opportunity to rapidly exit the building.