GA Peach
Smash Lord
so, Mikey G and I rolled down to Warner Robins today to get my stuff from Dogy. And, I must say, that town is weak as ****. As soon as we get there, Mike, who had never been there before, took a look and said to me, "Yo, let's just get your stuff and leave. This place looks boring as Hell." Man, was he right.
But, we needed to kill time to dodge traffic, so we went with Dogy to the mall. It's Friday night, and there were NO girls in the entire mall. In fact, we saw NO good looking ones ANYWHERE on the street, which is not something Mike or I are used to. I mean, we saw ONE hot girl, and i guarantee you that she's not from there. Pissed off at the monumental waste of time we had undergone, Mike and I decide to eat at Hooters so we could wash our troubles away in breasts. When we get there, we decide to set our expectations low so that when we walked in, we could be pleasantly surprised.
Sadly, we were disappointed. Apparently, Hooters has become a family restaurant, and the inside had more kids in it than Chuck E Cheese. I mean, hitting on and saying lewd things to the large breasted waitresses feels very awkward when there are a bunch of crying babies and **** near you. But, things got worse. I took a look around and noticed the most tragic thing; the waitresses were all as ugly as sin itself. I turned to Mike and said, "I'm straight as **** on all of this, man. Let's just get the Hell out of here." And so, the two of us left Dogy Samich Land, never to return to that place ever again. You need to get the HELL up out of that place, Dogy.
But, we needed to kill time to dodge traffic, so we went with Dogy to the mall. It's Friday night, and there were NO girls in the entire mall. In fact, we saw NO good looking ones ANYWHERE on the street, which is not something Mike or I are used to. I mean, we saw ONE hot girl, and i guarantee you that she's not from there. Pissed off at the monumental waste of time we had undergone, Mike and I decide to eat at Hooters so we could wash our troubles away in breasts. When we get there, we decide to set our expectations low so that when we walked in, we could be pleasantly surprised.
Sadly, we were disappointed. Apparently, Hooters has become a family restaurant, and the inside had more kids in it than Chuck E Cheese. I mean, hitting on and saying lewd things to the large breasted waitresses feels very awkward when there are a bunch of crying babies and **** near you. But, things got worse. I took a look around and noticed the most tragic thing; the waitresses were all as ugly as sin itself. I turned to Mike and said, "I'm straight as **** on all of this, man. Let's just get the Hell out of here." And so, the two of us left Dogy Samich Land, never to return to that place ever again. You need to get the HELL up out of that place, Dogy.