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Join Date: May 2004
Location: The coast of Mississippi.
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May 6th, 2004, 09:53 PM
I remember once, when I was 13, going to a Hooters with my oldest brother and my dad. That's really not a good thing, I think, to take a boy going through puberty, insecure enough as it is, to a resturaunt full of scantily clad women.
I went once again with a friend, now that I've grown into a strapping young man. It was okay. Overly done up attractive women, mediocre food. Eh.
Incidentally enough, my friends and I had an idea to create a female version of Hooters, and call it "Cocks." Muscular men in tight pants serving women chicken wi... or? What do women like to eat, anyway? But I think someone else beat us to the punch.
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