Sauce's Girl and Guitar. Hooters Girls Respond. A few days ago, I posted two articles written by two local high school students. The opinion pieces were an attack on Hooters and while one is entitled to having an opinion whether it is positive, negative, or otherwise, one should not be entitled to print rumors and lies on something they have no experienced. If you'd like to read the original articles please do so HERE. Below is a response by two of our Hooters Girls that was sent to and will be printed in the Hellgate Lance. While I think parts of this letter are a little over kill I still feel it proves some damn good points such as the fact that Hooters Girls are damn intelligent women. A Very Hooters Birthday. What better way to celebrate your birthday than at Hooters?
It’s no Chucky Cheese, but I’d take hot, hula hooping chicks over a creepy, oversized rat-mouse thing any day. Obviously we’re going to sing to you and luckily we have a plethora of highly embarrassing options to regale you with (note: if you appear very shy, really good looking, annoying, or we just feel a smidge mean, your song and anything else we make you do will be extra embarrassing). So you’ve got chicks, fried foods, beer, songs and awkwardly placed balloons; what more could you need? Well this is a birthday and in my opinion a birthday is not complete without a sugar-induced coma brought on by copious amounts of frosting. No, I’m not talking about licking frosting off a Hooters Girl – though I’m sure you’d thoroughly enjoy that. Creeps and the UFC. UFC nights at Hooters have a particular way of bringing out the creeps.
Add copious amounts of alcohol and lots of televised ass beating and Hooters creeps suddenly think they are the baddest mofos ever. Last night, yet another UFC fight night, the creeps came out of their holes, drank, made merry, and let their assholeness truly shine through. One man in particular was an extra special gem and wholeheartedly proved why our owners bring in bouncers for UFC events.