So, today I got fired over some bullshit at Hooters. I was sad for, like, an hour, but then I called Tilted Kilt and Paul told me to come work and I walked in, clocked in, and fucked shit up. I had regulars from when I used to work there coming up to me and texting other people to tell them I was back, all the employees that knew me were so glad to have me back, and I ran fucking circles around these new girls. I didn’t fuck up ONCE, and I haven’t been in there since November. Paul couldn’t thank me enough for coming in when I was leaving. I’ll never love another job like Hooters, but damn I’m good at being a Kilt Girl.
Why would you never love another job like Hooters? What was so great? As a customer, I always leave Hooters unhappy I went but always glad I went to my local Tilted Kilt.
EVERYTIME IT’S ON MY DASHBOARD I WATCH IT AND CRY BEST VIDEO
ITS BACK THANK YOU GOD
Cute squirrel and toad friend adorned in tiny sarapes and sombreros on ebay.
Just imagine them zipping away in a tiny low-rider emblazoned with a portrait of Maria Santisima while they’re honking a car horn that plays a very high pitch “La Cucaracha”
I cannot tell you what is happening in a single one of these Russian dating website photos.
I’ve been laughing for 84 years.