simpsontruckdriver
Guest
I went to a Hooters once back in 2012. I could care less about women in tight shirts and super-short shorts. I had their chicken fingers. They weren't phenomenal, just edible with some flavor. The only thing worth it was watching a boisterous-drunk guy trying to flirt with the waitresses. You know, the guy who talks and laughs a few decibels louder than when there's no alcohol in his bloodstream. But, since there was nothing special about the restaurant (north of Dallas TX), I see no reason to return.
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