Why do they call you Hooter?

This morning FC reminded me of a funny story that happened years ago.

I used to know of this guy that everyone called Hooter, not an ugly bloke although he did have a fairly robust nose.

On one of those drunken Saturday afternoons in the pub during the nineties Brat Boy approached Hooter and said, “Alright Hooter? Why do they call you Hooter?”.

Hooter glared back and said, “Don’t call me Hooter you little shit!”.

Brat Boy smiled and nodded, “Okay Hooter”.

Chaos ensued.

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