Two
men grow up together, but after college one moves to Maryland and the other to
Texas. They agree to meet every ten years in Florida to play golf and catch up
with each other.
At
age 32 they meet, finish their round of golf and head for lunch.
“Where
you wanna go?”
“Hooters.”
“Why
Hooters?”
“They
have those servers with the beautiful bosoms, the tight shorts, and the
gorgeous legs.”
“You’re
on.”
At
age 42, they meet and play golf again.
“Where
you wanna go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Again?
Why?”
“They
have cold beer, big screen TVs, and side action on the games.”
“OK.”
At
age 52 they meet and play again. “So where you wanna go for lunch?”
“Hooters.
“Why?”
“The
food is pretty good and there’s plenty of parking.”
“OK.”
At
age 62 they meet again.
After
a round of golf, one says, “Where you wanna go?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“Wings
are half price and the food isn’t too spicy.”
“Good
choice”
At
age 72 they meet again.
Once
again, after a round of golf, one says, “Where shall we go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“They
have six handicapped parking spaces right by the door and they have senior
discounts.”
“Great
choice.”
At
age 82 they meet and play again. “Where should we go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“Because
we’ve never been there before.”
“Okay.”
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