World’s Youngest Blogger Sports Owl Sweater, Conquers Hooters

Dad was driving us back from Virginia Beach, and took a serendipity exit at Hampton Roads. He didn’t know, he claims, that there was a Hooters there, and who was I to argue? Who, indeed. Who! Who!


I only brought the one Hooter, and I may have been outclassed.

I did try to talk some trash, and found out what that would get me:
Wow, lady! Here and I thought MY pimp hand was strong!

Update: unrelated, but needful:

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