So I get thrown out of Hooters, man. Which has me to thinking, my dream job of becoming a manager may have hit the dumpster like a hooker after a knife fight. Like any other guy, I go to Hooters so that I can feel special, to watch the big game, drink a few pitchers of beer, eat a few or so dozen wings with a hard on. They know me there, the girls I mean. When they see me walk in the door, they fight on who"s going to get to wait on me. Deals are made, coins are flipped. I"ve seen girls cry and walkout… Hey, there"s enough of me to go around ladies, or should I say there was
before I was banned.
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So I get thrown out of Hooters, man. Which has me to thinking, my dream job of becoming a manager may have hit the dumpster like a hooker after a knife fight. Like any other guy, I go to Hooters so that I can feel special, to watch the big game, drink a few pitchers of beer, eat a few or so dozen wings with a hard on. They know me there, the girls I mean. When they see me walk in the door, they fight on who"s going to get to wait on me. Deals are made, coins are flipped. I"ve seen girls cry and walkout… Hey, there"s enough of me to go around ladies, or should I say there was before I was banned.