This morning's rush-hour fire at Hooters had absolutely nothing to do with the friction and subsequent sparks created by my thighs rubbing together while wearing my flesh-toned Hooters nylons. No one was hurt in the blaze, although our dinner plans for this evening are currently up in smoke.
Here's hoping for a speedy re-opening, and better timing. If you have no idea what the hell I am talking about, keep reading.
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