Hooters

I went to Hooters
so that I could toot
my own horn,
and tell the girls
that I wrote a book.
One of them said that she’d
take a look but
I don’t believe her.
Then I tried to toot
one of their booties
and I got kicked out.

Went home and made
wings in the oven.

41 responses to “Hooters”

  1. They stand up straight
    And look their best
    Deliberately
    Puff out their chest
    But think me purile
    Think me rude
    ‘Cause I did not come here
    For the food
    I think we all
    Have missed the point
    If Hooters is
    A family joint

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  2. Hooting,toothing and hooking I mean not writing practice….just realized it could have been misinterpreted 🙄may be I should really not attempt humor before my morning coffee ……..

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  3. Sexist asshole-ism is like the foundation for lack of self respect and makes the rest of us look really, really bad. Lucky she didn’t cut your fucking hand off. Hedonism, on the other hand (that you still have), is a different tray of wings altogether.

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