I am disappointed in life anymore, Sneaky. Hooters is being sold to a pile of Mormons. Another page of history is being turned against the American male.
For starters, I hear the new corporation is planning on eliminating tobacco and alcoholic beverage consumption on premise, strictly enforced by church deacons. Each table is planned to be equipped with The Book of Mormon and a Gideon's Bible. The various sportscasts on all the widescreen TVs are being replaced with a single continuous closed circuit TV feed direct from Salt Lake Utah with the Mormon Tabernacle choir featuring last Sunday's service.
What really pisses me off, though, and what really has me distraught is something far greater than these above changes and it has nothing to do with the altered uniforms of waitresses being changed from tight shorts and long legs and a bit of revealed cleavage to their new long dresses from the neck down to the floor and lack of makeup and using hair nets, tying their hair into buns.
Nope... none of any of the above is distressing to me.
Hooters is discontinuing the RED HOT Chicken Wings. That fantastick menu item is being replaced with a small bread stick and a glass of grape juice along with a donation cup, made out of brushed stainless steel.
