The Rowdy Beaver!!!!!!

Ok, I'm the first person on earth to admit that I am as mature as the average 14 yr old. Some days the girls would tell you that's even a stretch. So I find juvenile stuff to be pretty funny.
So it only is natural for me to find a lot of humor in the name of the new restaurant in town. The Rowdy Beaver. Yeah, that's some funny shit. Everytime I hear a radio cammercial for The Rowdy Beaver I giggle like a Japanese schoolgirl. I think it's just some funny shit.
So I was in a down mood driving to work the other day. This winter shit is sapping the life out of me. I had just dropped the girls off at their schools and was heading to work. Yippieee. A commercial for The Rowdy Beaver came on. I snickered a tiny bit. Then I started to think about little jokes about the name. Now I suffer from ADD or something. Some days I just can't focus well. The Rowdy Beaver started me off on a day of non-focus. I started texting and emailing my bestfriend, oldest daughter and our friend at college. (3 women for what that's worth.) I'm trying to remember all of them, but here's what I have:

The Rowdy Beaver is one place you sure as hell don't want to find a hair in what you are eating.

Do they clean The Rowdy Beaver with vinegar and water?

Does The Rowdy Beaver smell like tuna?

At The Rowdy Beaver do they call the appetizers "foreplay"?

Do you know why there was no bread at The Rowdy Beaver last week? Yeast infection.

So I had like 20 more, but it's late and I can't remember them all. So I was sending these things to the 3 ladies all day. I think one or two of the may have gotten a bit tired of it, but they humored me. So then like a week went by and I'd only sent the occasional one that popped into my head. Then Thur. I was at the dentist when I heard the commercial. I was trying not to giggle when the best one of all popped into my head. Once there I had no choice but to share it.
So I texted my friend K and told her I had a new one. She said "I was really hoping this phase would have passed by now and you'd have moved on to something else." I wrote back "Nope, I'm still coming up with them." So this is what I sent her:

"At The Rowdy Beaver, can you cum in the backdoor or is it an exit only?"

Now this made me damn near piss my pants. K didn't seem to find it near as funny though. Go figure. I'm going to go to dinner at The Rowdy Beaver soon. I did checkout their home place in Arkansas and they even have a gift shop! Guess what my fav thing they sell there is. Thongs that say "Rowdy Beaver" on the crotch!!!!!!!!! I can't make shit like that up.