Little Darlings come in, hearts pitter pattering for the handsome, all knowing bartender. And in their wake, a parade of slobbering geeks with one hand on their crotch and the other on their wallets. Buttons were popping, skirts were rising. When you can see the color of their panties then you know you've got talent. And boy oh boy have you got it. Stick with me son and I'll make you a star.