As individuals, Franz, Frans, and Hans looked like your average lederhosen-donning Swedes.
Place them together on a mountaintop however, and, well, you had yourselves Smörgåsbord- the hottest, hunkiest, latest contemporary yodeling trio to take European social network flüügbook by storm. And with the double-platinum success of their most recent album "Yo, ja?", they were causing an international avalanche up and down the Alps wherever they went.
This troubadourian triumvirate had become so popular in fact, they couldn't travel anywhere below the treeline without being flocked by tweens and berated with autograph requests from aroused mothers. Above the treeline, they couldn't hike ten feet without being spotted by paparazzi, because, alas, above the treeline there is no place to hide.
It didn't matter what the conditions were on the mountaintop on which they performed, they always received rave reviews. It didn't matter which mountain they performed on, they always performed to a sold out, standing-room only crowd, because, alas, there were was often no place to sit.
Because they were good. Real good.
It was safe to say, Smörgåsbord had made it to the top of the European contemporary yodeling scene.
They made it to the top, and they planned on staying there for awhile. And so did their socks. Because they wore Esquire socks.
Esquire socks. Stay up. Keep it up.
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