If you had been at that certain bar on Saturday night, you would of seen them.

The Prussian, the Spaniard, and the Frenchmen, dancing and drinking their hearts out.

You would have seen the striptease on the table-top.

You would of seen the overly-excited woman, with a flower in her hair, snapping pictures of them, while a small asian man chatted with her.

"I always pick my clothes to be sexy," the Spaniard sang, and a man with a strange curl sticking out of his head got a nosebleed on the other side of the room.

"My mouth never takes a holiday," a stubbly blonde purred. You would've sworn you heard a guy with very large eyebrows mutter, "Bloody frog. Sometimes, I think you're my only friend, Flying Mint Bunny."

"With I'm out with my guys, I always play a bit bitchy," the albino man practically shouted, and the girl taking pictures squealed.

If you were there, you would have seen everyone in the bar entranced by the three men singing on top of the counter.

"Sexy, naughty, bitchy me!" they sang in unison, and many women (and men alike) swooned.

Cat-calls and whistles resounded through the small and stingy club. Everyone was cheering for the trio.

If you were there, you would've had the time of your life.

But you weren't there.

And the Bad Touch Trio still rocked on.

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