Last night golf’s bad boy John Daly was found outside a North Carolina Hooters drunk and unconscious.

Winston-Salem police and paramedics tended to Daly but he but was considered uncooperative to their assistance. The drunk and disorderly d-bag was hauled off to the clink to sober up and was released without an arrest record or any pending charges.  Must be nice.

Daly’s booze and gambling vices have destroyed his once promising golf career, but he still remains one one of COED’s favorite Drunken Athletes. And although we can’t quite comprehend how a pro-boozer like Daly could get himself so jacked up on sauce at a Hooters, we can absolutely appreciate why he was there… for the wings of course. As if there was any other reason to go to Hooters???

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Hooters? Depressing? You don’t say. All I’ve ever had to do was take a look at the horrible orange and white paint job adorning the outside of most Hooters restaurants to know those places are a bevy of bad taste and depression.

Oh yeah, and fifteen year olds.

In my town, Hooters was the place adolescent boys with fake IDs and too much cologne spent their Friday nights when no one their own age would date them.

Hooters was the place high school’s biggest assholes went to feel superior to women who would never look at them in real life, as well as the place a friend’s friend once tried to work at but quit after some perv threw a popcorn shrimp at her boobs.

In conclusion: Hooters is drenched in grossness. Read more