Come ride the Mechanical Bull! Three dollar Budweisers, live country music and a great country jukebox when the bands aren’t playing, peanut shells, pretty ladies, calico dresses and tight blue jeans. (That’s my dream.) Sign the waiver. “Mechanical Bull — Ride at Your Own RISK” Come on in and have a hand-clappin’ knee slappin’ foot stompin’ peanut chompin’ helluva goddam good time! Yip! Yip! Yee-HAW!
That’s what Manhattan needs. That’s what she’s begging for. That’s the Honkey Tonk I want to build. Any backers?


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