Hooters. The place where they grind up little old ladies and turn them into Buffalo-wings, because only young busty things are worthy of breathing, and only if they serve pitchers of beer and chicken while wearing minishorts. I think that's what the ad is saying. It isn't? Oh wait, I forgot to read the press release with all the important stuff:
This new campaign, via Fitzgerald+Co, directed by Jody Hill (noted director of HBO's Eastbound & Down) and edited by Arcade Edit's Geoff Hounsell, features Hooters consumers' inner Hooters dialogue.
In "Lifeguard", two hand puppets, the Devil and Angel Owls, resplendent in the orange and white Hooters colors, debate the merits of a prospective guest’s inner dialogue on whether he should go to Hooters and what he should order when he gets there.
"I just threw up in my beak" - that line is so old you should have regurgitated it a year ago birdie nam nam.
Ah. Now that I've read the release, that's totally different. Basically the ad sells Hooters for exactly what it is; Douchebagville with pitchers of lager and deep fried anything served by pretty girls. They don't make deep fried chicken bits from little old grannies, they just let them drown in the pool. So, go have some burgers if you fancy that sort of stuff, and don't complain to me when your spare tires get so large only grand-mama will flirt with you. Yeah, it's a two-way street mate! Pass the god damned beer.