At times in this job you have to get creative in order to crush the appropriate amount of dogs during a designated month of obscurity. Luckily, I am not that man. However last night I was able to pull off a staple of work/hotdog consumption feat. OK maybe not a feat exactly but I was able to co-mingle the activities to serve dual purposes. 1 - kill some dogs. and 2 - protect the innocent civilians attending a local football game from the horrific scene of a streaker or a grisly crime scene of minors (that rights I said MINORS) smoking cigarettes. Aside from all that duty bound speech I was working an overtime gig at a high school football game last night and you know what they have??????
You guessed it; hotdogs. 2 bucks a pop and they hit the spot. To describe then in a word that word would be terrible. To describe them in two words it would be (censored) terrible. No sarcasm there. I got 2 dogs out of the crock pot/roaster and they were pale, warmish, and just plain creepy. A word of advice....if you find yourself blogging for a month about hotdogs in the Omaha area and are located somewhere around the East stands of the football stadium near 108th and 370 take a hint. DON'T ORDER A DOG! the good news was the mustard vat pump was busted so I had an enormous lump of mustard in the middle of the conquest. Wait, i just threw up in my mouth a little and sharted.
dogs killed - 2
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