Subject: RE: Mistletoe/TourdeFrance stage 20Oh, come on. Research people, research. There's got to be a redneck, biker bar somewhere in Appling, or Thompson, or Crawfordville.
I can just see it now, the proprietor's sister-in-law came in early to sweep out the PBR cans and cig butts and left the front door open.
Suddenly the parking lot fills with SUV's, a Mini, a Lexus, and a BMW. A steady stream of wet haired, dri-fit Tshirt clad, triathletes emerge, stretch and file in. "I said we ain't open" "Toward day what?!" "yeah, we got TV and satelite" "we got BEER, no wine, no margaritas, no Recoverite"
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