Perhaps the biblical verse of this title reflects the deeply religious undertaking some one goes through while eating hotdogs for a month. Perhaps it is a blasphemous reference that will result in a certain "pig"going to hell. Either way. It was one heck of a ride. I may not have secured the leader in volume of hotdogs but I guarantee the miles I chalked up hunting the perfect roller dog will no doubt create chapters within an elementary history book. I am sure by now you are all waiting to hear my untold stories of the numerous "More on that later" stories but.... with a Soprano-isc ending I leave you with nothing.
I do however give sign of you an ultimate display of dedication...my daughters first Halloween as a hot dog. She came complete with mustard, and ketchup and surprisingly the phrase HOTdog was no joke. This thing was like an oven. She was burning up in that thing so she only made for a little while but you know what they say..."with great hotdog toddler costumes come great responsibility."
Its been a good ride, or "roll" if you will and I gladly pass on the torch to someone who hopefully takes after the 100 hot dog limit. On a side not "The Doug" went as Billy Mays for Halloween and I got to see a picture. Fanfreakintastic. Hopefully he will grace us with a picture in a bonus post.
Friday hit the gas stop at 24th and Leavenworth. not gonna go there.
2 dogs crushed at Sinclair 132nd and Maple (I think). Not bad but West Maple is the devil so it tasted like crap out of spite.
Dog on and Good night.
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