Hooters Miss November, Jessica

I love the word hooters.  I wonder who made this part of the vocabulary.  I doubt it was a piece of the English language 200 years ago.  When Columbus first sailed the seven seas and hit dry land my guess is his first words were not “check out the hooters on that native girl.  She is smoking hot.”  I could be wrong of course.  I don’t claim to be a historian nor was I that attentive in my history class.  I did become very good friends with my history professor but he and his wife are Catholic so I am scared to let them read the blog.  I have a tendency to make fun of Catholics for some reason.

I know I have issues but please, the value system of Catholics is so far out there it scares me.  Any group that doesn’t believe in birth control in modern day society should be stoned back to the, I mean thrown back to the stone ages.  At least they don’t talk about stoning people.  Only those Middle Eastern dudes go that route.  Not that I didn’t at times want to stone my ex-wife.  At some moments in an argument if the elders of my tribe had allowed me to take her out back and toss a few I might have taken them up on the offer.  Not that it would have been the right thing.  I am just saying.

I can promise you one thing without a doubt in my mind.  I would never throw a stone at Jessica, our November Hooters girl.  There is not a spot on her body that should be blemished by the likes of a bruise in any way.  She was graciously placed on this earth for the visual enjoyment of all of us.  I could never be the guy who would ruin it for the rest of the group.  I just want to take a gander down to Doral, Florida and see if I can catch her munching down on an order of chicken wings.  Nothing like a nice pile of greasy hot barbecue chicken to get the juices flowing.

So head on over to Hooters.com and check out Miss November.  As you might expect the site has a plethora of hooters available for your pleasurable viewing.  Since we only promote sites with no nudity it seems to be a safe secure environment as well.  I guess that depends on your job though but in my mind it seems cubical navigationable.  Who am I to say though?  I think the playboy site is fine as well but apparently there are some folks in the world who find offense to this.

Can’t we all just get along?  The one thing you can find in any country no matter where you go or who you are is hooters.  They are everywhere.  Almost like KFC.  Do Europeans really love fried chicken or what?

Sometimes I feel like a nut and sometimes I just want to rub the hot juicy barbecue sauce all over my ripped hard body.  Damn, what in the hell am I talking about.  I completely lost track of what I was doing.

Enjoy dude.

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