The ride to the bar of choice was full of excitement, including the sighting of a fleet of carnival rides driving off into the night. Zanna got a little trigger-happy:
but believe me, no pirate references were made. We're so past that. As they got closer to the bar, our ladies noticed a true stud-mobile on the road nearby and tried to get a look at who might be driving such a sexy vehicle.
As luck would have it, he found the ladies' vehicle equally attractive and followed them all the way to the bar. Mercbar was a complete throwback to the New York lounge scene, so naturally our three heroes felt totally at home. Two men at the bar were clearly interested in our ladies, but since they didn't seem like the mini-van types, the ladies stuck with Jason. (Hey, how many men do you know who have both a mini-van and a voice to make your labia quiver?) Good times were had: the soulless putzes were not missed at all--and anyway, it's clear that they would have cramped Zanna and Denise's style. We fear that Zanna and Denise's sheer hotness may have intimidated their fine catch, because he consumed approximately 18 glasses of stale pretzels. Or he could have been hungry, but we doubt it. Who could think of food at such a time? They wrapped up their evening with a quick photo opportunity and said their goodbyes in the parking garage. But imagine Zanna and Denise's delight when, about a half hour later, Denise almost ran Jason over in the parking lot of their apartment complex! What are the odds of so many hot people living in one place? Lucky, lucky us.
We hear rumors that the Bosnian could be buying a mini-van soon (trying to up his status).
Coming Soon: "You best be ready for my wrath, motherfucker!" A Kurtis Blog of Rage.
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