Hooters in San Antonio
I'm in San Antonio, at the Oak Hills Mortuary, helping them out. I'm viewed as an expert in my field, boyos, and so that explains the travel. Plus, there's a Hooters right down the street at the intersection of Fredericksburg and Wurzbach and the girls there have the gigantic hoolios that make old 320 pound Nigel vaguely happy.From memory. Giant hoolios. Biggish smegashees. El tittyroes. I don't care; I love all them girls and wish them back here in the hotel.
I'm drunk, already.
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 9:17 PM
8 Comments:
Welcome to Alamoland. May beautiful, jiggly titties abound during your visit.
There's a seafood joint close to that Hooters called the Drydock that's got a good happy hour. Cheap oysters on the halfshell
Nigel what filed of expertisim do you posses?
I have to admit I'm somewhat intrigued that you work in a mortuary.
So if you mind my inquisitive nature just tell me to fuck off, I'm not a sensitive girl and my feeler won't be hurt.
By the way I wish you an endless day of "gigantic hoolios" ;P
Mortuary huh? That runs in the blood of my family. Grandfather owned and ran one. Father raised in one... I will be there one day...
I feel so lucky to have been blessed with enormous ta-ta's... Life is good right?
I could never been a Hooters gal, one of mine are bigger than the other.
Hmmmm, I'm getting a visual of Nigel at the mortuary, axphyxiated between a pair of double F's...
Don't go down without a struggle, darlin' !
renee255: I used to be a radio announcer. I worked all over the country, but eventually got tired of having bosses with IQs you could measure on the Richter Scale, which is really typical of the radio business--it's the last refuge for Liberal Arts majors with C averages. So anyway while I was working doing a morning show in Florida I went to school to learn how the funeral home business works. I embalm, I sell urns, I hit on the hot Latina babe down in casket receiving. Unlike idiots in the radio business, corpses don't talk back to ya.
Because of my bizarre background, weird sense of humor, and ability to speak in public in a sort of entertaining way (all the radio experience comes in handy), I get called on to consult other funeral homes around the country on a variety of issues. They fly me to town, we meet, I work, I find a bar, I drink till I'm blind, I go back to work hungover the next morning, I get paid, I fly home.
It's a dream life.
Loving Annie: double Fs? So long as they're natural, Nigel's happy.
Thanks for enlightening me.
I like hearing when someone is living a dream life.
Nigel,
I can't believe you came to my hometown without giving me fair warning! I would have bought drinks dude!
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