hooters

I love Hooters.  Someone once told me that I was ruining my witness by going there, and damaging my relationship with my future wife.  I don’t know about all that, but I can tell you three things:

1. In summer months, the average street corner in State College boasts more short shorts and cleavage than any Hooters I’ve been to.
2. It is possible for men to see scantily clad women and not think about doing them.
3. I just really like buffalo wings.