Overheard at El Mariachi on Thompson Lane on Sunday Night
The scene:
Two guys in their mid 20's. Tank tops and baseball caps. Sharing a pitcher of beer and eating chips and salsa. Both screaming into cell phones to their respective girlfriends.
#1 No, we're gonna go see Ricky Bobby!
#2 We're at El Mariachi.
#1 Naw, the movie! The Talledega movie!
#2 No, not Hooters. El Mariachi. On Nolensville Rd.
#1 (Thompson Lane.) The Will Ferrell movie.
#2 I mean Thompson Lane. We're eating chips and going to see a movie.
#1 The funny one you said you didn't want to go see.
#2 I swear we're not at Hooters!
#1 Naw, Pamela. We're not at Hooters! That was just Jimmy Wayne telling Lurleen we're not at Hooters. We're at the Mariachi.
#2 I know you heard Bo talking about Hooters. He was just telling Pamela we ain't there.
#1 We're eatin' Mezican. Not wings! There's no wimmen here!
#2 Now why would I tell you we were at the Mariachi if we were at Hooters?! I'd just tell you we were at Hooters if we were at Hooters.
#1 Yeah, that's Bo talking about Hooters...but we ain't there. (Stage whisper) Shut the hell up, Bo!
#2 Hell, I MET you at a Hooters. Why the hell would I be afraid to tell you we're at Hooters?!
#1 OK, baby. We're just gonna go to the movie and come right home. Uh-huh. I love you too.
#2 I ain't got no more time to listen to your fool ass. We're going to the movie!
#1 All right. Bye.
#2 We'll talk about this when I get home! Don't forget to feed my dogs!
#1 She pissed?
#2 Fugger. Let's go to Hooters.
#1 Pablo?! El checko!
Two guys in their mid 20's. Tank tops and baseball caps. Sharing a pitcher of beer and eating chips and salsa. Both screaming into cell phones to their respective girlfriends.
#1 No, we're gonna go see Ricky Bobby!
#2 We're at El Mariachi.
#1 Naw, the movie! The Talledega movie!
#2 No, not Hooters. El Mariachi. On Nolensville Rd.
#1 (Thompson Lane.) The Will Ferrell movie.
#2 I mean Thompson Lane. We're eating chips and going to see a movie.
#1 The funny one you said you didn't want to go see.
#2 I swear we're not at Hooters!
#1 Naw, Pamela. We're not at Hooters! That was just Jimmy Wayne telling Lurleen we're not at Hooters. We're at the Mariachi.
#2 I know you heard Bo talking about Hooters. He was just telling Pamela we ain't there.
#1 We're eatin' Mezican. Not wings! There's no wimmen here!
#2 Now why would I tell you we were at the Mariachi if we were at Hooters?! I'd just tell you we were at Hooters if we were at Hooters.
#1 Yeah, that's Bo talking about Hooters...but we ain't there. (Stage whisper) Shut the hell up, Bo!
#2 Hell, I MET you at a Hooters. Why the hell would I be afraid to tell you we're at Hooters?!
#1 OK, baby. We're just gonna go to the movie and come right home. Uh-huh. I love you too.
#2 I ain't got no more time to listen to your fool ass. We're going to the movie!
#1 All right. Bye.
#2 We'll talk about this when I get home! Don't forget to feed my dogs!
#1 She pissed?
#2 Fugger. Let's go to Hooters.
#1 Pablo?! El checko!
posted by ceeelcee at 3:27 PM
7 Comments:
If her real name was Lurleen, I'm going to piss myself.
Hooters is spiritual for some folks.
Not me, but I hear for some folks it's orgasmic.
Newscoma, I believe the proper grammar is "Hooters ARE spritual for some folks."
Jeez, I'd expect better from a newspaper editor...
8^)
#2 Hell, I MET you at a Hooters. Why the hell would I be afraid to tell you we're at Hooters?!
Mom? Dad?
Did you have the urge to lean over and say loudly, "Welcome to Hooters! How many are in your party?"
Do you know... I've never once been to Hooters. Not once. Gosh.
Oh, oh, Kate wins for best idea. Really, they would have deserved it. Of course, we couldn't know that til they got off the phone.
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