I had to go to Bone Daddy's House of Smoke in the Arlington Highlands Lifestyle Center to get a gift card for my neighbor's birthday. Believe me, I'd never, of my own volition, go to a place described as "like Hooters, only better." I have "hooters" that I can look at any time I want. I don't need to see someone else's, and I don't like the ejits that seem to be attracted to any slang word regarding female anatomy, like the dudes who just read that last sentence and giggled about my use of the word "hooters."