No matter how desperate or creepy you are, there's always going to be someone worse off at the Foxfire, that legendary savannah for North County cougars. While the watering hole brings in gals putting on great game, it also brings in some really questionable types—the cleavage-baring, short-skirted, perfume-drenched, panty-flashin', can't-have-her-photo-taken-because-she's-really-a-schoolteacher type. It's not just an ego boost for women either; the men are just as leery. You've got nothing on the buttoned-down silver fox who starts making jokes about oral sex after buying the first drink.
