"The only thing was I was stiff in my neck," was the succinct summary of the common friend to visit the newly opened Hooters Karlsruhe branch. Explanation: Hooters is an American chain restaurant chains, in which there is for a quick burger too fast to girls. "Welcome to Hoooootaaaaahs "- Hooters is the way, nothing but horns - call the busty Animateusen the cheerleading league once the guest enters the store and make all sorts Tatü-Tata as dancers and sexy work clothes consisting of tight shorts and deep has been cut tank top for appetite in the male audience. The entire proceeds in deliberately casual party atmosphere and basically devoid of ill repute. Just as we know it from the U.S.. The Ami, like Grandpa used to say walk, yes - morally more sound - always the fine line of prudery, but a good show is always inclined.
that such an approach may work in Karlsruhe was doubtful in the run strong. To to go into football management style: a lack of proper human material. The imperial road is known not to the Sunset Boulevard and the grace according sobering array. But more on that later. First, we would humble even with a man who would take only someone finally received the order. Finally emerged still a member of the service personnel to: Svetlana (name changed) is now responsible for us. Therefore, she writes her name on a piece of paper and places it on the table. Sure is finally secure. Is that part of the hootersüblichen procedure, or closes the girl of his mental abilities on the other? The further progress can be the latter feared.
If the air ever been filled with eroticism, no later than the Svetlana is where our table for conversation to operate - two old musicians has cost so an action once 400DM, but that was no less value on the Reeperbahn and the lady every penny today were at least it only € 8.50 for a sandwich to loose - Cupid made a belly landing crashing. When I've since broken his leg, asked Svetlana. Now I would run footwear caused as a staunch Jackboots perhaps out of true, but their interpretation would a bit too far, I say. Why then the crutch is necessary, the waitress keeps easily offended against. Of Solution: it was not a crutch but a microphone stand - you could call this device might in the broadest sense as a walking aid of the vocalist, a classically trained singer voted here certainly, but horror is so mean Svetlana probably have not thought of. Certainly not. Only after a prolonged interrogative tour de force about tattoos, vegetarianism and ex-partner, manages the persistent shareholder from complete spiritual bankruptcy to preserve. We would have to discuss some important business matters, I tell her. My friend, a rock singer by the way, which I had taken off his vocal crutch to bear, was the Operations visibly shaken: "We'll laugh in 20 years, but only in 20 years," was his conclusion. Oh, and his concert the next evening he could do only under fairly pain. From sitting in the drafty entrance his neck was stiff. Without crutches, he would have held out little. (Mex)
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