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simmo wrote:

Rimbaud III wrote:

gjhardwick wrote:

simmo wrote:
I don't wish to sound like a whiney liberal, but Hooters pretty much represents everything I detest in this world.

i think there are more important things in the world to be worried about than a chain restaurant where the staff are wearing vest tops...

ya massive billy

I'd like to second this sentiment and add that after a few drinks I'm sure you'll see things differently.

Nowt wrong with baps and beer.

Well, y'all is quite right about there being worse things, of course. It's hardly like I'm going for work drinks in Camp X-ray. It's more just what Hooters is emblematic of, if you see what I mean... I find it very depressing. Everything from the frankly very ugly girls on parade who are supposed to be attractive, to the trashy American decor, to the shit beer, to the oogling men making shitty dick jokes.... not my scene. Again, there are bigger fish to fry, you're right, but I don't feel too great being in this schoool of small fish either...

Okay, my response was characteristically glib, but I suppose I do have something of a little more worth to add to this.
I used to work in a strikingly similar environment when I was at my last company. Talk of tits and inane football punditry were the order of the day, every fucking day. Surprising as it may seem, I had little to offer to these conversations. My team liked to go out for drinks, and I'd do my best to stay away from these piss ups knowing that they'd just be amplified, oiled up variations on the daily routine anyway. My absence from these events eventually became a talking point for everyone - right from the boss down. I'd get accused of not being a 'team player' because I wouldn't go out and get pissed with them! Eventually, I developed a strategy to deal with this. It's not a great one, but it worked for me. You simply go out and get drunk enough, quickly enough to stop caring! Booze! Sweet, simple saviour! And the following day, when you're still groggy and a little pissed from the previous night's indulgence you feign interest (and participate) in stories about how 'twunted' you were and the KRAZY stuff you did!

WARNING: Do not do this too often, as there is a distinct risk of getting in too deep. It's hard to deprogram yourself after prolonged exposure. I suggest sneaking off to the toilets at the earliest opportunity to listen to an audiobook read by Stephen Fry or something.

Champion Rabbit wrote:

gjhardwick wrote:don't go then?!?

Or do go, but buy a dog-eared copy of 'The Female Eunuch' from a charity shop en route. When you get to 'Hooters', place the book pointedly upon the table and spend the evening catching the attention of the waitresses, casting your eyes to heaven and tapping the book with your finger...

Or simply wear a Germaine Greer mask, which will probably have the same effect.

I remember hearing that Nottingham had a Hooters because it had finished top of a 'best looking students' poll, and as such was a prime source of recruitable attractive girls.
This is probably total arsecrap.

and still on the topic of boobs...

Champion Rabbit wrote:

John CIV wrote:This morning, Catherine, after bathing, put on some sweet smelling moisturising lotion and asked me as usual to rub some on her back. Then she went downstairs. When I got down she had just breast fed our baby and was putting him into his little basket. I noticed an un-rubbed in blob of the stuff on her arm and, rubbing it in to her skin with my palm, said she'd missed a bit. "That's sick", she said.

*fact alert start*

Did you know that the suspected cause of peanut allergies in western youngsters is not exposure to peanuts as food, but the peanut oil contained in many nipple creams designed for use while breast-feeding. It is also possible (apparently) that early exposure to peanut oil (or peanuts) is the cause of other, non-peanut-related allergies.

*fact alert end*

peanut mini-facts
*When peanut oil is used in medicines or cosmetics it is usually called arachis oil. so that's what you should look out for.
*Peanuts grow under the ground! It's true!

Erm... there's no actual tits in Hooters - you know that don't you?

honeyisfunny wrote:Erm... there's no actual tits in Hooters - you know that don't you?

There'll be at least one there tonight...

simmo wrote:I have to go to Hooters later for works drinks.

Ha! Hahahahahaha! Is funny, no. No.

Well, there are, strictly speaking, they're just covered by a tightly stretched owl, no?

I've never been, but when I was a teenager my friend John had a Hooters t-shirt he brought back from an American holiday. Owls are cool, but this t-shirt was not cool.

night_tools wrote:and still on the topic of boobs...

Champion Rabbit wrote:

John CIV wrote:This morning, Catherine, after bathing, put on some sweet smelling moisturising lotion and asked me as usual to rub some on her back. Then she went downstairs. When I got down she had just breast fed our baby and was putting him into his little basket. I noticed an un-rubbed in blob of the stuff on her arm and, rubbing it in to her skin with my palm, said she'd missed a bit. "That's sick", she said.

*fact alert start*

Did you know that the suspected cause of peanut allergies in western youngsters is not exposure to peanuts as food, but the peanut oil contained in many nipple creams designed for use while breast-feeding. It is also possible (apparently) that early exposure to peanut oil (or peanuts) is the cause of other, non-peanut-related allergies.

*fact alert end*

peanut mini-facts
*When peanut oil is used in medicines or cosmetics it is usually called arachis oil. so that's what you should look out for.
*Peanuts grow under the ground! It's true!

Yeah, apparently the peanut titrubs are discouraged by the health pros now.

John CIV wrote:Yeah, apparently the peanut titrubs are discouraged by the health pros now.

I hope Simmo reads this before tonight.

Champion Rabbit wrote:

gjhardwick wrote:don't go then?!?

Or do go, but buy a dog-eared copy of 'The Female Eunuch' from a charity shop en route. When you get to 'Hooters', place the book pointedly upon the table and spend the evening catching the attention of the waitresses, casting your eyes to heaven and tapping the book with your finger...

Ahaha. Hahaha.

I am so fired.

Rimbaud III wrote:This is a strip joint, right?

Don't play dumb, man, we all know you go there all the time.

I have had the misfortune of going to the Manhattan one more than once, and have to say their food is dire.

Each time, I walk a few blocks away and grab something at Burger Joint, to kill the awfulness.

burun wrote:

Rimbaud III wrote:This is a strip joint, right?

Don't play dumb, man, we all know you go there all the time.

I have to pay the rent somehow!