“Geez, I don’t think I’ll be able to bring
my girlfriend here!”That came straight from the horse’s (or would
stud be more appropriate?) mouth. The stud, who was a guest at the
newly opened Hooters Restaurant, was like a kid let loose in a candy
store. His eyes kept on darting around, his head swinging from left
to right. The sight of The Hooters Girls in their signature uniform
of bright orange super short shorts, tight white tank tops with the
Hooters logo and owl on it, scrunched up white socks and whiter than
white tennis shoes was too much for him. He didn’t know where to
look first.
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