After so many years of awful reality shows, there is not much left that is disturbing. However, Full Throttle Saloon is the kind of bottom crust turd that does make me wonder how low the producers of these awful shows are willing to go.
Michael Ballard plays one of the owners. He looks like the kind of bottom feeding sleezeball that would have gotten killed off in the first five minutes of any Clint Eastwood movie. Ballard is a greasy, fat grotesque slob with Rastafarian dreadlocks. He looks like a middle-aged reject from a commune.
His girlfriend, Angie, if you can call her that; looks like a hardcore leather saddlebag that has been round the block and more. Angie is a self-serving, nasty, whiny, snake-bit, weather-beaten baseball glove.
Jesse James Dupree is the amoral bimbo ladies man that completes this trio of ultimate garbage. It is too bad that the original Jesse James is not around to take out low class imitators.
What you have at Full Throttle Saloon is an open pit bar with the emphasis on getting all the biker scum to spend their money in ten days. The vacant lot aluminum shack saloon is only open for ten days during the Sturgis biker festival.
No doubt lots of drug transactions, and other illegal activities are going on here. It is too bad that a FBI SWAT team does not visit them during their festival of perversion, and bring down this entire sordid business.
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