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So, as you all know, since I developed the boobs I have today, one of my many goals has been to get a job at Hooters. Well, if my goal had a dick it would have raped me in the ass this afternoon.
Josh and I were at said eatery enjoying a quiet lunch when we were approached by "Hooters" (overweight, not very attractive waitress with an akwardly placed mole), she told me that the women of Hooters had made an "executive decision" and then I was given an application, because I'm "fit for the job".
It's was one of the proudest moments of Josh's life.
(p.s. if you haven't discoverd the magic that is Viceland you should now, best issue in a while, you'll love it)
Josh and I were at said eatery enjoying a quiet lunch when we were approached by "Hooters" (overweight, not very attractive waitress with an akwardly placed mole), she told me that the women of Hooters had made an "executive decision" and then I was given an application, because I'm "fit for the job".
It's was one of the proudest moments of Josh's life.
(p.s. if you haven't discoverd the magic that is Viceland you should now, best issue in a while, you'll love it)