Regardless avoidance of political topics, when this shirt arrived in our merchandise shipment today I decided to buy it immediately. I liked it so much that I decided to spend $16.95 I made working at Hooters on a shirt from Hooters. As a rule I don't buy Hooters things. Instead I wait and win shit in contests - and I'm very good at winning. This is because I am cheap. And because I don't enjoy the idea of giving back my wages to my place of employment whenever possible. This shirt was good enough that I didn't care about any of that.
|I think I much prefer occupying a place with heat, indoor plumbing, a full bar and plentiful fried food.|
Can you say LOVE? I feel like I should wear this shirt, march down to the courthouse (because as a liberal college town we have our own occupy movement braving the Montana elements) and hand out wings or some shit. Because can't we all agree on the goodness of fried food tossed in various sauces? I like to think that we can.
I for one will be occupying Hooters all weekend. Perhaps I should pitch a tent and just live behind the bar.