Today we heard about a Hooters-related war currently ongoing on Long Island. What is the deal with Hooters anyway? What kind of people go there? One commenter analyzed.
Nothing gives me a bigger appetite for wings and beer than being surrounded by young girls forced to dress in cartoonish hooker outfits. I can't even make eye contact through all the shame and regret.
It's like I have a sign on my head that says, "Hi, I'm a skeezy looser that can't get a date and I feel better about myself as you submit to me in sexual servitude for the brief moments it takes you to deliver my cheese fries."
Harsh but fair?