Awhile back I wrote about how Kelly and I went to a place called Redneck Heaven, an establishment that has lots of character to say the least. Last night I went with my father in-law, brother in-law, and ex-step dad in-law (yes I know that makes little sense). We brought our sausage fest into the place where testosterone rules and found ourselves warmly greeted by a scantily clad waitress who looked to be all of 18.Now when I say scantily clad I mean most of the girls might as well have been naked. The shorts were so little that you saw most of their backside and the tops left very little to the imagination. The waitresses were tall, leggy, and had very little fat on them, if at all.
Some flirted and hustled for tips. Our waitress was a little more classy as she talked about how much she hated working there and was putting herself through some sort of beauty school. To her credit she didn't engage in dirty talk and kept it professional. She was very pretty and like most of them probably have much more to offer society than their bodies, but we men gladly hand out loads of cash for attention and eye candy from women who haven't even yet reached the ripe old age of 25.
The food was ok, but the atmosphere made up for it. I'm kind of curious about pastie night.
"Do not miss out on the PILLOW FIGHT tonight at 7pm!!!" - from Redneck Heaven's FB page.
2 comments:
I so gotta go the Texas.
"Pasty" or "pasties," but "pastie" is a Scottish savory pastry dish.
I'd be more interested in "Pastie Night" then "Pasty Night" because, let's face it, a pasty is just a technicality and offends my love of bare breasts.
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