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So You Wanna Be A “Hooters” Girl?

The one and only time I have evar been inside Hooters was this dinner with a chick that I really really wanted to piss off because she was such a total biatch. We went there because I wanted to make sure that we never evar had to meet again. In the middle of dinner, I discovered that one of my ex-classmates worked there - she was just as shocked as I was to meet under such jiggly circumstances. I still see her regularly (my ex-classmate, not the biatch) because she’s the model for one of those newspaper bust-enhancement advertisements.

Here is a peek at the beloved boobs-and-beer emporium’s employee handbook, if you should ever be inclined to pursue a career with the global franchise.

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been there twice a few years back. the wings are excellent. can’t say the same for the hooter girls there. disappointing.

You mean you actually noticed the quality of the food?

My sister first went there (a US branch) because the wings looked good. She brought me to the Singapore one - yes indeed.