Pud’s as loyal as a dog… oh wait. He is.

So there’s this Hooters billboard my colleagues and I pass by on the way back from Walmart, and my friend’s made a note of it to shout “HOOTERS” every time we pass it, and every time I’m startled. You’d'a thunk I’d've learned by now. Ha. So I feel like Pavlov’s dog over here, every time we come up over that hill I’m automatically startled cuz I know it’s coming. Bad, and only memories, attached to Hooters.

/end life story.