Oxymoronic
Though the world seems to be full of such things, let me point out the most egregious offender I have noticed of late: Hooters. Not just the fact that the so-called 'restaurant' exists at all, but the even scarier fact that they now offer to-go food. A mini-menu is pictured at right in lieu of me linking to their trashy website. Does anyone else understand the magnitude of absurdity that is Hooters to-go? If you don't, I can't explain it; if you do, enough said.
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I understand, but, regrettably, understanding the desirability of the existance of this restraurant, and the warm, happy feelings invoked by the partaking of its food, are forms of knowledge that get lost in translation when communicated across gender lines...
i'm pretty sure you were in my dream last night, although i can't remember what happened. i'm sure you were doing something fabulous, though.
At least guys don't have the excuse that they are only going there for the wings cause now they can just them to go without the added benefit of scantily clad women!
Oh, and Chris, you're in trouble!
well what exactly is the point if I cant see their butts? That is what I am paying for being as though I am not a boob girl myself.
Jen, how has the fact that we both love vigilantes of love never come up in conversation? Have you ever heard the song "Double Cure"? Also, thanks for the blog link. I shall return the favor.
I don't "understand the magnitude of absurdity that is Hooters to-go?"
From what I remember the food was decent.
Inform me BEFORE the stoning.
A wonderfully moral man that I once adored beyond all others mentioned being invited by a female co-worker to go eat at Hooters for lunch with a crowd.
He turned them down (I was so proud. Just one more confirmation that he was a cut above the rest.) Then, he told me he was tempted to ask her to bring him back some of their wings but then decided that was still supporting the business. He abstained but it was with a heavy heart because Hooter's wings are so fabulous.
(The do buy the best ever chicken in the whole entire world...)
I walked away from that phone conversation with an even greater adoration and it wasn't until just now, reading your blog that it hit me...
If he's tasted the wings, the jerk has been there before.
Can we string him up right beside Howell? :)
As great as the Hooter's post was (and also the resulting trouble my comment ended up getting me into), I now respectfully request a new one! Miss Glass?? Paging Miss Jennifer Glass? Your blog requires your attention! :)
my mom ran into your mom and she (your mom) told my mom to tell me to find out how you were doing. so...how are you doing?
:)
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