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Chain Chair's Exit Examined

An air of mystery hangs over the unexplained death of Hooters chairman Robert Brooks. Hooters, in case you've been on another planet for a while, is the dining chain known for spicy wings and spicier big breasts. Brooks was found dead at his home in South Carolina on Sunday. No one knows how the head of the raunchy restaurants died. An autopsy is being performed today. News stories seem to subtly allude to suspicious goings-on. Nothing was spelled out though.

So how do you think he met his demise?
Did he:
Have a heart attack during an intimate moment with one of his scantily-clad waitresses?
Take too much Cialis and die as a result of the oft-mentioned, dangerous 4-hour erection?
Have lung cancer? (He was born on a tobacco farm.)
Lose a brawl fight with the CEO of Fuddruckers?
Consume a poison-laced beverage courtesy the Feminist Majority Foundation?

Perhaps it was just his time to pass. After all...his age at the time of his death?
Honest truth.
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