As a dude, I prefer my Hooter’s waitress to be pleasant, prompt and smokin’ hot. If I wanted see (and eat) muffin tops, I would go to Perkins or Denny’s. Hooter’s is/are (?) for young men to have a good time, eat some wings, and see hotness in orange tight shorts serving beers and singing Happy Birthday to a poor schmuck on a chair.
I don’t pity the Detroit Woman who was asked by Hooter’s to slim down. If she started her job slim and let herself go, then she needs an update. Heck, they offered her a free gym membership. Soon enough, your health insurance company will be dictating the same thing (not the free gym). Get used to it.
Be honest, which wings are more appetizing in the photo’s below?
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