Hooters Ho Down

We were driving by the Harley shop the other day and down the street is a Hooters--Harley's and Hooters what more could a guy want--anyways it totally reminded me of this total random experience I had with a Hooters girl. (sounds good huh).

A few years ago we were shopping and there was a tent sale in the parking lot of the mall, and to draw attention there was a dunk tank fill with hooters girls, music, and free food. Apparently their marketing worked because we went over to the tents to see what was happening. I was mainly there for the free food yeah, Tim ummm. . . only teasing.

Anyways the guys kept bugging Tim to try to dunk the Hooters girls, and reluctantly he agreed. He was given three pitches, and the poor guy must have been distracted and he missed all three times, I can't imagine what could have been so distracting hmmm. The guys then turn to me and look at this scrawny little 105lbs, while soaking wet wearing a parka, little girl and kind of smile knowing there would be no way I could pitch a hit of death.

They put there arms around me like a little child and softly explain how to throw a ball and walked me up a little closers because they doubted I could throw that far. . . Now normally I would never try to get a gorgeous girl wearing short shorts and a white tee shirt soaking wet in front of children, but after being being treated like a poor, helpless child, oh and being bribed with the chance to win some really great prizes I stepped up to the plate.

I was given five pitches--being so hopeless and all, and BAM first pitch there was a Hooters Ho Down. Now with shock and amazement the crowd goes wild with praise and applause--not for my amazing pitching skills I'm sure, but because here was this busty girl drenched from head to toe because of me--sorry lady.

Little did these jerks know they were looking at a small package of dynamite--can you tell I was a cheerleader, oh and I had forgotted to mention I played baseball since I was five and happen to play position of a pitcher. Lol looks definitely can be deceiving. The guy opens up his envelope of prizes and hands me $50.00 to eat at, any guess? HOOTERS. Totally Hilarious.

We took the Harley to Hooters the following week, and my in laws were furious at me explaining I was a bad wife, and I don't know if you have ever been to Hooters, but it was impossible to spend $50.00 in one night on just food, even with how much I eat, so we bought a few souvenirs, a shirt for Tim, and of course the infamous short shorts for me. Eight years later I'm pleased to announce I must not be as terrible as a wife as thought because Tim still keeps me around.

Good Times.

* picture credit from Google images.