The Pig's son the other day said, "Hey Dad, its apparent through your heightened wisdom and overall attractiveness you have received an influx of vitamin HD. What gives?" Well no responsible parent would withhold the nutritional building blocks of a hotdog, or his bastard cousin the corndog. Here you find him easing into the hotdog world through a tubed and fried part of a balanced breakfast. When he polished it off he simply said, "mo daddy?" yes son. indeed mo.
Since the Huskers have given up I thought about doing the same. However the dominant Steelers greeted Favre in the most appropriate manner with a win and some sacks. To watch the Steelers game I went to some d-bags house who kindly ordered his wife to make a south american inspired topping for hotdogs. It was really good and allowed the destruction of 3 unsuspecting dogs. Props to a lad named "The Bares" for the recipe. I know he may have emailed a recipe but he's still a dude. ....right?
A rough go at it for the last several days. 3 more gas stations hit and again, nothing worthy to report. It appears the perfect dog, bun, fresh toppings, and price are elusive as a raping polish film producer. It was difficult to hit many stations this weekend because I worked police overtime at a swine flu clinic (insert joke here).
3 at a football game, again warmish. 3 at a house, and 4 from 2 different stations.
dog on
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