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Originally Posted by KABillyMac
There is a new bar in our town called "Bottoms Up". Now BU is not your run of the mill everyday bar. It has a patronage that is what even i would call redneck (yeah, you can imagine). This bar also contains a mechanical bull. The later being the object of desire for the four of us. Its a weekly event refered to as the "Ravage, Pillage, and Plunder Series" by the rest of our brothers. Go to BU, ride the bull, sing Poncho and Lefty on Kareoke, hustle some pool, and get smashed. ( I rode the bull on 6 this week. Thats the equivilent of driving your car into a laundry dryer on perma press).
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We have a bottoms up in Fayetteville, but it's a strip club. It's nearly the exact same type of place.
Basically the woman you described, except naked on a pole, instead of clothed.
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