When my BFF and I need to vent, we take that occasional trip to Hooters. Something about greasy wings, women in shorts with no ass, and the sangria brings me back to life. We dish about men, life, and talk shit about people in the restaurant. How fabulous, right? I now want to become a Hooters girl! Yup! Get me a pair of Sketchers, a weave, and some of the orange unflattering shorts!!!! I am on my way!!
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SMH at the girls with no ass...they never seem to have one, no matter where I've ever been to Hooters...so odd.
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