It's a Hoot
posted by Woodsy
A few years ago, when Hooters first came to Ottawa, I thought it would be entertaining to see what all the fuss was about.
A male companion and I sat down at a table, and after a long wait a cute blond waitress skipped over to us. I admired her fit body clad in tiny tight sports shorts (the kind I had worn when I was sixteen) and her tight little wife beater t-shirt with the trademark protruding owl eyes design. She placed both elbows on the table, leaned over and cleverly aimed her tits at us.
"And what can I bring you folks today," she giggled smacking her gum.
She took our order and as she wiggled off I looked at my companion curious about his reaction.
"It's all just an act you know. She's a university student trying to earn an honest living," he stuttered as I noticed the deep blush on his face.
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8 comments:
so which one of you bought you the t-shirt?
i was about to ask the same question...
To paraphrase Major Briggs, the owl is not what it seems.
Well, what we've all been waiting for...the battle of the FELINES vs the FOWLS! Who will earn more comments on the ESI blog, the kitty or the hootie-owl? Stay tuned for the answer in this incredibly fascinating race for popularity and of course, the title of "most blogworthy topic!"
Nursemyra and Aggie, I found the t-shirt at Value Village last week - it was only $1.99. It reminded me of my one and only meal at Hooters, and of my companion's odd reaction to the scene.
Anonymous, are you commenting on my twin peaks?
TWFKAH, well, since you brought it up... pussy always wins over hootie.
Well, Woodsy, it wasn't your cherry pie.
Nice RACK.
Lceel, "Nice RACK" - Do people still say that?
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