Hooters

I need a job. Really bad. Really, really bad. But Hooters? I walked in to fill out an application, the hostess asked if she could help me to which I replied ‘I think I am terribly lost.’ Turned, walked out the door. There’s just some things that I won’t do.

Hooters is to prostitution what marijuana is to meth.

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