A group of 40-something buddies schedule a ten-year reunion and discuss where they should meet for dinner. Finally it is agreed that they should meet at Hooters restaurant because the waitresses there have nice breasts and wear low-cut blouses.
Ten years later, the group meets again and once again they discuss and discuss where they should dine. Finally it is agreed that they should meet at Hooters because the food there is very good and the wine cellar is well stocked.
Now in their 60s, the buddies plan another group reunion, and once again they discuss and discuss where to hold the banquet. Finally it is agreed that they should gather at Hooters because they can eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant is smoke free.
Another ten years ensues; the group plans another reunion and once again they discuss and discuss the choices of restaurant. Finally it is agreed that they should meet at the Hooters because the restaurant is wheelchair accessible and they even have an elevator.
Ten years later, the 80-something buddies meet again to plan their reunion banquet, and once again they discuss and discuss where they should eat. Finally it is agreed that meeting at Hooters would be a great idea because they have never been there before.
A nun, badly needing to use the restroom, walked into a local Hooters.
The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while ‘the lights would turn off.’
Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.
However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.
She walked up to the bartender, and asked, ‘May I please use the restroom?
The bartender replied, ‘OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf.’
‘Well, in that case, I ‘ ll just look the other way,’ said the nun.
So the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant.
After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause!
She went to the bartender and said, ‘Sir, I don ‘ t understand? Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?’
‘Well, now they know you ‘re one of us’, said the bartender, ‘Would you like a drink?’
‘No thank you, but, I still don’t understand,’ said the puzzled nun.
‘You see,’ laughed the bartender, ‘every time someone lifts the fig leaf on that statue, the lights go out. Now, how about that drink?’