Tammy has some of the prettiest dimples I've ever seen

Here's my Crack Adman Chris with his latest conquest

Gotta new Doorgirl named Melissa, she's a real babe but she's Brian's property

My baby Steph moved to NY and we all miss her

3 0f my favorites, Crystal thinks she's my teachers pet (it's really Chris) Shawna and I go back 12 years

Here's a look at the wait staff. Debcakes leads the pack

One of our day waitresses on her birthday.

Run into half my waitstaff at Lucky Lounge the other nite.

Jeana's mad cuz I got longer hair. Im taller and purtier,too.

Chaz and his loyal supporters on his birthday.

The employees that get table dances from each other, stay together or whatever.

And here's a look at the luscious Nicole.

And Raven and they're real!

Stacy, Amy,Dawn, and Yvette

and Cindy

Gobbledeegoopgorgeous, Georgia.

My girl Stacy's got a famous aunt. Her name is Kim Basinger

I'm crazy 'bout this one. Robin is beautiful. I'll get a better picture soon

My baby Mimi with the CSLs

Erika and Emily and my baby Jamie and my precious lil Debcakes

That'a Louis and Chris my door guys

Floor Manager Louis

Brian has worked for me about 13 years

and Cindy for 24 years

My badass barback Phil

Great manager and great guy Ricky

I bought all the other managers puppies for Xmas and Tom is the only one to still have his. His name is Rocky and   Tom calls me his Uncle Don. Tom keeps me filled in on Rockys progress and I guess Rocky is doing ok, what do you think?

Tom is a very special person and I don't know anyone who knows him who wouldn't use that to describe him, true to his feelings and true to his word. I was raised around dogs and truly believe that dogs are on a higher order than humans in almost every way. Special people have special dogs and I think the only limitations that dogs have is in the way their owners treat them and communicate with them. Tom has a very special dog, my nephew Rocky. This is for you two, Tom

Seeing In The Dark

"Punkin" was the runt of the litter of Blue Heeler pups. I am still not sure who picked whom, but she and I formed quite a bond. As I drove any kind of machinery on our farm, Punkin was in the jump seat. When my son Russell was born, Punkin would sit by him to guard against any and all "suspects" while I worked outside. One morning, Punkin failed to greet me as I came out of the house. I found her leaning against our shed. Her eyes were bulged out and she seemed unable to see well. I took her to our veterinarian who concluded that she must have gone into some kind of shock, and perhaps the sunlight damaged her eyes when they were dilated. Punkin recovered and although she didn't see very well, she continued to follow me everywhere -- even while I was on horseback, or riding a 10 speed bike. When I left her home, because the weather was too hot, she would get miffed. Upon my return, she would immediately jump into the back of my pickup so as not to be left again. Her procedure for getting into the pickup was quite interesting. As I usually parked in the same location, she would usually jump once or twice to feel where the bumper was and then again to actually get in. She was so tiny that she had to jump up on the bumper, then kick off the bumper with her hind legs until she got her front legs over the tailgate, the pulled herself in. Punkin was a loving mother although she didn't like the pups to jump up around her face -- her eyes seemed to be getting more painful each day. Soon, I could see a definite change in the size of her eyeballs and returned her to the vet's. He had to remove them to ease her pain and then sewed the lids shut. Up until this point, I had always thought that she could see at least shadows, because she got around so well. Imagine my surprise when there was no difference. She had been totally blind the entire time! I had to keep a close watch on her. She would still heel cattle if any got out and I was concerned that she might get kicked or gored. I took her almost everywhere. While helping a family move, I situated Punkin in the shade while we went into the house for dinner. As arranged, all ten of us silently filed out the door, with me coming seventh in line -- no one said a word. Punkin lay still until I passed by, then she got up to follow me. She loved to chase a ball that had a bell inside of it so she could follow the sound. I could go on and on telling of little details like these that made her so special. One thing that Punkin loved was a wide open space that she had known before her blindness. When we were there she would take advantage of the opportunity to cavort around at full speed. I would watch her run and call her if she got to close to an object, and the she would immediately stop. She would walk swinging her front legs until she hit the object with her paws. This all happened almost 20 years ago. I still have her collar and tags, along with photos and memories. There isn't a doubt in my mind that she lived a very full and enjoyable life and I certainly know that she added a priceless measure to my own. 

by Terry Jo Mann

<TMann@Simplot.Com>

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Terry Jo lives in southeastern Idaho, the potato capital of the world. The town is called Aberdeen, where she is an office coordinator for an agricultural fertilizer and chemical store. At home, she has two horses, a mule, a dog, two cats and two birds. "Blue Heelers" are Australian Cattle Dogs. You can learn more about them here http//www.dogbreedinfo.com/australiancattledog.htm

This story is for you Tom to read to Rocky, don't give your self too much credit tho, cattle dogs are the smartest dogs in the world but you gotta treat 'em right,,DK_

My crack staff of waitresses at our Beach Party

Brian is one of our day bartenders and one great guy. If I can't have Jeana, I'm glad someone like Brian does.

Our valient valet, Bob, looking over something he shouldn't have overlooked!

Our head DJ, Morgan, a face made for radio.

Blackjack dealer , Winfred and Limo driver A.J. the Hawaiin.

Our Head Chef Johnny Randall and his staff

Big Daddy

My boy Brian's last nite, Judy got him drunk and then left him high and dry. That's my able security force holding him up.

Two of my treasured employees, Brian and Phil

Chris does all our art work and ads, always surrounded by women. All women love him.

Gotta do an update on Jereme the bartender every time he changes his hair color. That's Travis with him.

I got some good looking doorgirls but Angela tells me she is by far the hottest. If you ever saw her tits, you'd agree

Ran into my sweet little innocent doorgirl Melissa at the Lucky Lounge. I just happened to have my camera.

Brandy and Taylor on the way to the Exotic Dancer Contest in Dallas

Speaking of sweet and innocent. This is Jamie our weekend day doorgirl

Check out these 2 amazons

Morgan is the the second best DJ I have ever worked with. He knows who's #1 and would be proud to be in his company

Tom West rules the day world. If there's somebody in town I don't know, bet Tom does. That's my lake friend Kenny on the right.

She ain't no bimbo, her name is Kimbo

Named after the greatest city in the world, Austin

MY crack staff of Bartenders

Our fearless leader of Security at Titty City, Barney Fife, I mean Mike F. That's his girl Thelma Lou, I mean Ashlynn on the right.

Deana again

New girl, Shania, Glad to have her aboard

Two of my more faithful gals, Laura and Chandra.

Top of the heap, Nicole and Donna.

The Rose Crew

3rd generation shoemaster, Huggy Jr.

My crack staff of bartenders

Our main man, Barton.

Long time ago ex bartender and soon to be famous comedian, John O'connell. Don't you think he looks funny?

My baby Bo and the entourage.

Just to let you see how far things have come since I started 20 years ago, here is our opening staff off waitresses.

And here are our first dancers 20 years ago. Bear in mind this was a period (one of the only periods) that I wasn't sleeping with the help.

Can't help but get pictures of those Hill sisters. Tom they make you look good.