Hooters

Crazy Carl and I walked into Hooters in St. Cloud for a Bloody Mary a few weeks ago. There were hooters everywhere. There were a few waitresses that I felt were kind of "left-out" because of their bee-sting boobies. The girls with small jugs seemed really mad at the world; like they were somehow cheated by God and baby Jesus. I think they should not give these girls hope that they have big hooters by hiring them. I don't care who you are....if you go into Hooters, you expect to see hooters, and you expect them to be huge! I looked at the wall between staring sessions and noticed a hand-painted sign which read: "Our Waitresses Are Flattery Operated". I thought, "Really!?" So I grabbed the nearest waitress, literally, and said, "Nice Turd-Cutter! Now get me a beer!" She's like, "Excuse me?" I'm like, "What? Aren't you flattered? I thought that would make you operate a little faster?" She said, "No, sir". I said, "Well, take that sign down then." Then, to make things even more odd, a whole group of ladies comes barging in and sits down at this huge table. Crazy Carl and I read eachothers' minds. We both looked at eachother and a bubble formed over each of our heads which read, "Lesbians?"