Freak Magnet Friday! Mystery guest post!

Today I have a mystery guest who had something so bizarre happen in his presence that I insisted he let me blog his story for Freak Magnet Friday! When I asked him if I could tell his tale he enthusiastically replied, "I guess." What a great supporter of my blog he is!

Here is his story:
His Fantasy Football draft was to take place at a popular, uh, restaurant called Hooters. I know, I know! Groans and eyerolls and tsk, tsk! But anyways...He was sitting at the bar having a beer with some other guys when he sees these two Tweaker chicks run in to the restaurant and straight to the bathroom. (Tweaker=probable Meth user).

He said they seemed out of place, but didn't give them a further thought. After a few minutes the girls come out of the bathroom and start making moves on all the guys at the bar! He said they were rubbing the other guys arms, asking things like, "So, do you think I'm hot?" Or, "What's your name? Are you married?" Things of that nature. My mystery guest said all the men were feeling a little uncomfortable, but were still being polite (such gentlemen!).

Then one of the girls shouts to the patrons, "Hey! You guys wanna watch us dance?" What's key here is that there is NO MUSIC playing, just TV's with sports on! So these two ladies start bumping and grinding on each other like two crazed weasels, gross! Apparently this gets boring for the girls so one of them goes, "My (boobs) are better than any of the waitresses here! You guys want to see?!" And then flashes them to everyone at the bar!

At this point all the guys are just catching flies with their mouths open like, "WTF?"
The manager now steps in and demands that the girls leave immediately, which they do after much cussing and complaining. So, drama over, everyone back to whatever they were doing, right? Wrong!

The manager, who is a young lady, starts apologizing to everyone at the bar for the disturbance and is in the middle of offering to buy them all a round of drinks when she stops in mid-sentence and says, "What the-?" Then yells at a bartender to call the police. She is facing the window to the street. Everyone turns to see what she is looking at and they see one of the tweaker chicks squatting outside the entrance and she is PEEING! Eewww! So they chase them off again and they ran off for good that time. When it was all over everyone looked at each other stunned. One guy asked the others, "Did anyone get a picture of that? Because NO ONE is going to believe this just happened!"

The moral of this story is that you should always have your Fantasy Football drafts take place somewhere more appropriate, like Spaghetti Factory or Mimi's Cafe.