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No one has mentioned the vital role Hooters plays as "That place guys in male-dominated fields can insist on going to for lunch to make clear to their one female co-worker she isn't welcome without going to an actual strip club they can't put on their expense account".

It's definitely the pretend to like you thing. Hooters realized they could take The Girlfriend Experience and turn it from sex into bad beer, bad wings, and a few hours of pretending you aren't so lonely, so lonely oh GOD O GOD SO DESPERATELY LONELY.

"Cool down, and realize that now, people realize this is no longer socially acceptable. 20 years ago? Maybe not so much."

Just FYI, "it must be good, it's at Wal-Mart" isn't a great argument.

I always love it when people say, "Cool down" whenever someone is passionate about something in a way that s|he is not.

Is the owl female? If yes, there are females on the packaging. Of course, if you meant human females, there is a word for that. Women. We're called women.

I dunno. I think the Playboy readers at least have a more plausible case. Playboy's run some brilliant short fiction in amongst the pornographic wrapping paper, whereas Hooters just has awful, awful wings and a really depressing, misogynist atmosphere.

Well, I was never going to go there before, and now I definitely still won't.

Not everyone needs bras all the time. Bras are for support, they're not a statement on morality. We should have moved on past this, but apparently not.

Rihanna is basically the honey badger of the celeb world.

If my boobs could magically hover off my chest like that, I'd never wear a bra.

Speaking of things that remain unfulfilled.

I'm so glad it wasn't a pit. I would have to spend the rest of the day/week explaining the innocence of my own dog. Again.

We at Team Dog regret this incident and plan on investigating further.

BRAVO!! You are the winner of the clichéd "yet you commented" comment! You sure got me! I didn't say I didn't read this article, I did. I was commenting on the volume of posts Jez has generated about tweets being favorited, Instagram pictures being deleted, etc. I asked if it seemed excessive, but I didn't scold

I can barely make sense out of this bullshit anymore.

I live in Florida and my immediate reaction was to look for where this was and see how far it was from me in realtion.

Anyone else get legitimately disappointed when articles involving weird shit don't somehow wind up involving Florida?

You went to high school with Ann Coulter?

He lost his filter to keep from saying all the evil, whacky stuff in his head.