You can still smoke in the Koffee Kettle off Rucker Boulevard in Enterprise Alabama. I do enjoy a smoke with a meal. I highly recommend the Buttermilk pancakes, but then again I always do. Surprisingly the spoons were squeaky clean. The look of the show was a mixture of country and aged hippie. Accessories included canes, suspenders, vests with pins or embroidered patches and long stringy gray ponytails complementing the statement. Overall I think it was a successful collection.
Playing on the tabletop jukebox was, He's the Greatest Dancer. The sisters Sledge, and I wonder what exactly are they saying? I never did really understand it even back when the song was new at the roller rink. "I wonder why---eeenk---He's the greatest dancer---I wonder why---that I've ever seen..." But thats not what they are singing are they?
"Oh-what-wow" That's what they are saying. Oh-what-wow. Oh-what-wow Oh-what-wow. Isn't that the stupidest thing you've ever heard? Even more stupid than, "I wonder why." Oh I know all of you are saying, Duh, everybody knows Oh-what-wow is what the sisters are saying and that you inevitably and constantly find some occasion where you say, Oh-what-wow! Did you see that cool car or Oh-what-wow, you mean we just smoked bubonic chronic! or Oh-what-wow look at that. He's the GREATEST DANCER!
And for that matter, why would anyone want to go to a disco on the outskirts of Frisco? I mean really who even says, Frisco? And out-of-towners touring? And this guy is the star of the show preying on the out-of-towners. You just know he wears Paco Raban and bikini underwear.
“Oh-what-wow, I'll have Buttermilk pancakes, short stack, hash browns, orange juice and an ashtray, please.”