Recently I stopped in a place because I was told there were some hott women there. Anyways I go to this place and sure enough all the chicks are hott. Its kind of a strange set up tho. all the girls wear orange shorts and tees. I believe the place is called hotters or shooters maybe. Anyways, I guess the food here is part of the experience I was told by a girl. So I ordered some wings and got a real hostile look from the waitress for putting a dollar in her shorts. Geez, I knkow it was only a dollar but still. After I ordered my wings I went with the blue cheese dressing. Then it happened. After I ordered the dressing I was asked about extras from her, I smiled and said Ok, "how bout a HJ." I was then promptly escorted out of this place. What the hell?
Was that really worth posting? I'm willing to bet a lot of the real story was left out.... like the part where you were harrassing the girl about "some extras", she went told the guy at the door (the one that could beat the life out of you), and you left with the use of your motor skills. Good choice. Maybe next time don't be a douche?
275, it took me awhile but I have learned that Dick Johnson's posts are NOT serious. They are ment to be humorous and I like his style. It makes up for the personal attacks and political bull shit posted here.
DJ- Keep trying, dude. When you tell us that you got 2 waitresses to meet you in mens room, and proceeded to use "Three Mile Island Sauce" as a lube with one ravaging your ass with a strap-on, and the other giving you a HJ, then we might start taking you seriously!
hey..thanks for the insight tusclbrother. I willgo back and ask the girls when any of them are graduating. Maybe then i will get some free lappers. It reminds me of a girl i dated from cosmotology school who gave free haircuts, now it all makes sense to me. Thank God i thought it was something i did. thanksagain.
How, aren't you being a little harsh on Watchman? Absent the irony, his reaction would be completely understandable. With a spoof like DJ's, if you aren't getting at least some earnest responses, you feel like there's something wrong. Sincerity's not sad, it's kind of sweet.
There was a Hooter's here in Columbus located on route 161, but it went out of business because it had too much trouble competing with Dockside Dolls, Doll House, X, Danny's Gold Fox, and the other strip clubs along route 161....I think if it was located in a different part of town without strip clubs around it, then it would still be doing alright. I wonder what came first along that road, the hooter's or the strip clubs?
DJ, the mistake you made was putting the dollar in the girl's shorts, when everybody knows that at Hooters it's all about cleavage. Proper Hooters etiquette is to address all questions and requests directly to the partially exposed boobies, thus bypassing the annoying, silly, and over-supervised girl attached to them. Since the breasts have minds of their own and desperately want your attention, you should deal directly with them by putting your nose firmly in the cleavage between them and saying in a clear voice "blublublublub . . ." Hope that helps make you next Hooters experience more enjoyable. Ya'll come back now, y'here!
I guess from now on, whenever I go to Hooters I'll have to start off by asking the hostess if Dick Johnson has been in.
I recently had an hour to kill before a dental appointment, so I stopped in at a Hooters for a drink and wings. When the waitress came over and sat down at my table like they do, I was about to say "I'm not getting dances right now," (force of habit) but luckily I remembered where I was in time.
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DJ, fun post as usual.
DJ,
Love these!
What's it like to have such a redundant name?
As is Peter O'Toole, the renowned actor.
And Dr Darby wins the "best response" award for this thread...
I recently had an hour to kill before a dental appointment, so I stopped in at a Hooters for a drink and wings. When the waitress came over and sat down at my table like they do, I was about to say "I'm not getting dances right now," (force of habit) but luckily I remembered where I was in time.
Beat me to that one!