So I'm sitting in Hooters with Clammer...

[fishweewee]

...and we get to ordering wings.

Following is an actual conversation between myself, Clammer, and waitress:



Waitress: Will you guys being ordering wings?

Clammer: Yeah, I'd like mine mild.

Waitress: And you?

WeeWee: I'd like a small order, please make them REALLY HOT (as in spicy).

Waitress: Would you like them wet?

WeeWee:

Clammer: (blinks)


WTF?

[quick decision]

I think she meant would you like water?

[Clammer]

It justs keeps getting better & better //

last week with John /one asked me if there was anything else she could do for me

[Nebe]

[Crafty Angler]

[tynan19]

What did you say?

[BigFish]

Did you ask her to bait your hook?

[fishweewee]

[Clammer]

FWW did say something in foreign tongue about [Wang}

[chris L]

yeah what did that yuppie say " lets wang chung tonite baby "

[fishweewee]

"no more yankee my wankee, the donger need food."

[chris L]

wang chug

[The Iceman 6]

What was he wearing? Well, uh, let's see, he was wearing a red argyle sweater, and tan trousers, and red shoes... No, he's not retarded.

[bloocrab]

When's the next Hooteration?? - -







little humor -



One day in the future, George B-ush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him. "I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves." B-ush thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the first room.
In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell. "No," George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."
The devil led him to the next room. In it was Newt Gingrich with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented George.
The devil opened a third door. In it, B-ush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. B-ush took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this." The devil smiled and said: "OK, Monica, you're free to go."






*I didn't think using the president's last name was cursing - ?? -

[iluvspots]

[Crafty Angler]

Good one, Bloo

[Clammer]

Im ready //don,t need a get out of the house pass

[ThrowingTimber]

[Nebe]

Got a pass to listen to DZ tomorrow

[fishaholic18]

Originally posted by Eben
Got a pass to listen to DZ tomorrow

Can't wait.

[Notaro]

Ooohh...

I think that the waitress meant to ask you if you would liek your wings to be fried or not.