Reservation for Three at Le Maison De Manage A Trois
I met these three ladies while working part time as a centerpiece at this outdoor cafe downtown. The Ass was working there too as a busboy, and we invited the 3 out with us. Eleanor (far left) and Britanny (middle) were highly touted recruits for the university's soccer team, and they got bent all out of shape after The Ass made his soapbox speech about how all soccer players smell like feet. Jeanette (far right) kept flirting with The Ass all night because she thought he was Michael Stipe.
posted by The American Heart-throb @ 3:07 PM
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The Ass got all pissy when I rocked out with the air guitar on the hood of his big ride, so I usually try to stick to only playing acoustic guitars. My leather pants also don't sit well with the judges at the Country Rock Saloon Tavern, the only place with a paying air guitar contest. That and The Ass always makes a stink about them claiming Johnny Cash, Elvis, and Kid Rock as country.
You're rednecked hicks. Go lose some teeth you poor excuse for an American. BTW did you finish high school? You are pathetic. Crawl back undr a rock.
Aww how cute, our first flame post. Congratulations.
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