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When a reader spots a passel of Wilsons out for some cocktails, that's a nice little sighting. But when that reader invokes our favorite sobriquet for the best-known member of that clan, we have no choice but to upgrade the sighting to a PrivacyWatch Special Edition:

The "Butterscotch Stallion" rounded out a nice bowl of eye candy of not one, not two, but three Wilsons at the Viceroy on Thursday night! Why oh why have they been hiding the hottest Wilson down in Texas for so long? I didn't hear what they were conversing about, but lets hope the bros gave Owen some style tips because, while the other two looked snazzy, he resembled a homeless frat boy.

Don't try and throw a gilded saddle on the Butterscotch Stallion, that's not his style. He'll buck you and that stiflin' harness right off and keep bareback runnin' for days, his mane flowin' in the breeze like freedom, not stoppin' until he's drinking of the cool waters of the Grotto. And you'll be left holdin' the horn of that golden saddle in your hand, wondering what could've been, knowin' that you can't ever tame that Butterscotch Stallion.