No

Danielle flipped the assholes off without even pulling her head from under the hood.

“Spoiled cunt, another voice hollered.” The car full of douchebags blared its horn before they sped off.

The sudden bellow of the car horn startled Danielle. In an instant, she had dropped her screwdriver into the engine and jumped. Danielle screamed as her head banged against the metal of the car hood, her lush mane of blonde hair getting caught on the hood latch.

The ricochet from banging her head caused Danielle to fall forward; her mammoth chest cushions squashed against the still scorching hot engine. Danielle wailed as she jumped off the burning metal, knocking her head against the hood that she had pulled down with her hair. The racked idiot seemed stuck in a loop of banging her head and roasting her own melons against the scorching hot metal.

Then it began to rain.

Danielle began sobbing as she struggled to escape her latest predicament. The wind howled as the rain pounded on the hapless Hooters waitress. Her shoes slid on the wet pavement as she fought to maintain her balance.

Luckily, she had managed to free her hair from the hood latch by lurching herself further under the hood. But she didn’t realize how the hood latch had now grabbed ahold of her flimsy, soaked, strained Hooters top.

Confused, dizzy from a mild concussion, as well as her poor silky tit-flesh burning from the steaming hot metal, Danielle openly wailed in despair.

Just then, thunder echoed throughout the sky, shaking the busty moron out of her self-pity party. The sounds of the rain pounding on the hood rang in her head as took a deep breath. "Stop being a baby Danielle," she whispered to herself.

And with that, she shoved herself from under the hood; the hood latch refused to release her top, and soon Danielle heard a sound more deafening than the thunder or the unforgiving rain. She heard the ripping of fabric. Her eyes bugged out in horror. "NO!"

In a panic, she stood up, doing the hood of the car and sealing the fate of her poor, abused top.

RIIIIIIIIIIIP

Danielle looked down in horror as her once proud Hooters top now hung on the hood, her proud gravity defying tits now bobbled freely. Her firm-toned flesh was soaked by the unforgiving rain. She stood there, topless, soaked, and mortified.

It was then a passing car screeched to a halt.