Nope. Ahah. It wasn't the sultry "Cheetah" were I went for lunch the other day, no sir. I didn't watch a table dance with a chubby sandwich in one hand and a dollar bill in the other at the valuptuous "Pink Pony" either. A busty "Hooters" might cross your mind. No way, I can't stand the sight of drooling teens. Well, how about the old sweet southern joint right 'round the corner?! I can confirm, these things, they claim to be the best at their house, they really are, yes sir... deep fried.
Seriously, to the out-of-towners, the irony of this is, the restaurant serves as a favorite gathering spot for local conservativer right wing politicians (of which no shortage here in Georgia). I see the sign as a manifest to the hypocrisy of so many politicians, who like to preach to the others about the family values, until they get caught in sex scandals themselves, to which we had too many samples lately. I think the busboy, who put the sign up, was way too smart. :-)
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