There's this bar in Baltimore County 5 min. from my house called MY FRIEND'S TAVERN. Light-up sign out front of two beer mugs in fists clinking together with the foam gushing out. You have to drive thru a trailer park to get to it, it's like a set out of a movie. So we all call it the trailer park bar. I've even taken John Waters to it. The heaviest gals wear the tiniest belly shirts and dance with weasel-faced boys who look like Eminem. The place just exudes sex and you know after last call these kids are going to go home and rut and make ugly babies. No wonder Baltimore won the award for ugl