Nick’s 18^{th Birthday: Hell on high water}

So I’m chillin at home playing some NHL 2002 when all of a sudden my womens call me. It’s Kristen (the other broad) and she’s like (ba da dad ba da da da). Actually she calls to find out if I can think of a good idea for a surprise birthday party for Nick. I originally suggest Bennigan’s because it’s like Finningan’s. After that idea falls through I suggest Hooters. If you guys didn’t know, people go to Hooters for Wings. As we travel to the place that silicon breast built and made franchise-able, we tried to convince Nick that we were going to The Spot. For those who don’t know The Spot is where all the “cool” people go. As we walk in my eyes became a glow, with vibrant orange and parts of the female body, which seemed to be emphasized. Though I couldn’t help but notice that all the Hooters girls’ shirts were a little tight. I guess they all got shrunk in the wash, but I didn’t complain, because I had to make sure I was seeing right. After our Hooters girl took our order we walked over to the Hooters store, where we viewed various Hooters’ apparel. Our Hooters girl appeared shortly trying to persuade us to buy merchandise. She tried to sell us trucker hats. She said that Ashton Kutcher wears them. I told her I like women, not men. I don’t think she heard me, but I thought it was funny. So we were eating 50 chicken wings and watching Forrest Gump on a big screen TV that should have probably been turned onto some sort of hockey contest. Anyways, there were some middle aged guys there, most likely drunk, taking pitcures with the Hooters girls, thinking it was the coolest thing ever. Whatever! That was pretty much the party for me as Kristen gave me a ride home and we talked about the… finer things in life… oooohhh that dress so scandaless, oh know another ni**a couldn’t handle it….. baby that thong thong thong thong thong……………….. I LOVE YOU!