HOOTERS

Hooters sucks. The waitresses wear their order books in front of their pussies so you can't see no camel toe. They have those fucking glazed irridecent stockings on that make their legs look like copper coil electromagnets. They have five garments on under their Hooters shirt that presses them tits down harder than Primo Canerra presses down on his sphincter to get a turd to come out his ass. They come over and bug you like whore mosquitoes to get you to buy paraphernalia which if you dare to display it is going to piss off your wife and convince your buddies that you are desperate for love. The copper coiling goes up their asses making whatever is under their shorts look like curveless cement. If you dare to put your hand on their mummywrappings under their hooter shirts they call the cops and throw you in jail. And there ain't no women in there so you are in a room full of men with boners. There's probly more wrong with the place i just ain't recalled it yet. It's been a long time since i went in one. It took three visits to swear off the place. Now I just go to strip joints. It's a little more expensive but there ain't no visual frustration. And with a little tact and courtesy you can get that boner taken care of.