Like all social elites, Little Mikey enjoys the good life. Naturally, his first stop was Pop’s Safari Cigar & Fine Wine, where he puffed on Smokin’ Toad and sipped a glass of chardonnay…or three. Slurring his words a bit, he suggested we go slumming and see how the other half lives.
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The sign at Fred’s Café assured Little Mikey the party was on – and he was gonna get blotto with the working-class folks.
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Hanging with blue-collar schmoes prompted him to eschew his usual dinner of champagne and caviar. He unleashed his inner carnivore and ordered a Big Fred Burger, fries and a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
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Little Mikey met Lacey Shilling at the bar and fit right in.
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Getting a little too rowdy for his own good, Little Mikey dived into the ice bucket of beer and swam for a Lone Star. Fred’s security alligator leapt into action. Little Mikey was 86’d from the bar.
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On his way to his big shiny luxury car, he had to fend off an attack from a knife-wielding crack head in the parking lot. Luckily, he was carrying a bat.
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Next stop, J&J’s Hideaway. Little Mikey wanted to have cocktails there before the bar gets torn down to make way for 7th Street redevelopment. Six martinis later…
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Little Mikey’s tastes became more extravagant. A stop by Stampede’s gay bar led to a chance meeting with resident queen Rhonda Mae.
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Rhonda Mae’s impact on Little Mikey was profound. “Off to Christal’s!” he shouted.
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With a fistful of new toys, Little Mikey returned to Stampede’s and claimed his “woman.”
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