No, I haven't turned into a feminist supporter. I'm not even asking that you boycott every Hooters, just the one in Bismarck ND, and specifically to boycott the chicken. (I also apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors in advance, I'm working on 4 1/2 hours of sleep.)
To set this all up, yesterday at noon I had my evening planned out: Go to the Mandan/BHS basketball game, come home by 9:00, get a couple rolls in on the Risk game and go to bed. At 5:30 on my way home those plans changed. Rhett Benning calls me for the second week in a row, "Scotty, we only have 4 guys for basketball tonight, can you play?" First off, I don't know why anyone would pick me up for their city league team. Yes, I play every Wednesday, but the best thing that can be said about my game anymore is that it's "fundamentally sound". I don't dribble drive, create my own shot or post up with the idea of shooting. I play defense, make a few nice passes and will stick the 3 on occasion.
It was a game of runs. They started the game with a run that lasted until about 4 minutes left in the 2nd half, then we made a run to make it respectable at the end. After the game, it was decided that we should all go somewhere for some post-game food and spirits. Since most of their team lived up north, Hooters was the spot of choice. I had picked up Katie from work and since she had never been there, she said she would go along cause she was hungry too.
I ordered the 10 piece wings and she had the chicken breast sandwich. I was a little disappointed in them - at best they were pigeon and at worst they were some unknown bird, but they were food and I was hungry.
We got home around 10:00ish, watched some TV and went to sleep. At that point, this is when the rest of the night became like the game...... it was a night of runs. Around 3:00 in the morning I woke up with possibly the worst stomach ache I've ever had and too put it delicately, I spent more time sitting than lying down over the next 4 hours.
I had supplanted myself on the couch so that at least one of us could sleep, but to find out at 7:00 this morning, Katie had taken the midnight to 3:00 shift. So both of us were sick, both of us ate at Hooters and both of us ate chicken. Not being able to slip anything by either of us, we both deduced that the chicken was tainted.
Not that I frequent Hooters, but I do like their crab legs a lot. I'm sure I'll go there again and I can't imagine any issues with possibly eating undercooked or mishandled shellfish.
"I'll take a double order please."
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So, basically, you are saying that you might not crack the starting 5 at Duke, but you will probably be first or second off the bench.
What does "on occasion" mean?
I wouldn't crack the scout team at Sienna.
"On occasion" means twice and probably once more than I should have.
Ya know 'H', I was so out of it when I read your comment that I thought I had said I go to Hooters on occasion, not "stick the 3".
To fully answer your question, I've played city league for 5 years now and I've scored in double figures twice maybe, so 'on occasion' refers to once every other year that I heat up.
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