Originally posted by Bikes-N-Drums
they brought me a plate of...buttered lard puffs... I ate about 3 bites of that drek before giving up. About 30 minutes after leaving the restaurant, my boss {who ate a full plate} began sweating, clutching the steering wheel and pinching his butt cheeks together about a foot off the seat and moaning "Oh God - Oh God - where's the exit - I'll NEVER eat at Hooters again!!"
What happened next?
