Another bizarre chapter in my neverending quest for extras
DickJohnson
Illinois
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?
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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!