Oct 01, 2004 19:53
The cooks at my favorite hooters restaurant have been putting exlax in my food. every time i go there, i come home with a bad case of the shitstorms. and it's not just cuz of the pulled pork sandwich. Brenda, my favorite waitress told me that no one wants me at hooters anymore cuz i "stare too much" and "ask innapropreit questions". Since when is "how long have yer hooters been that big" an inapropriet question? but management loves me cuz i give them so much money so they won't throw me out. the cooks and waitresses decided to make me leave on my own. well i'll show them. I'll keep going to Hooters and eating their food and i'll suffer through the diarrhea rivers that occur afterwards.
I'm Bobcat Godfrey and I love hooters. No one, not even soiled underpants, can make me leave hooters.