So last night was supposed to be Buddy Night but the Hoag had to cancel because of a private matter (possibly a sex change operation)
So anyhow....Ixnay on the Buddy ay Night.
And then 2:00 in the afternoon happened.
Hoag walks into my store with a few bags.
Bags filled with a dozen hot dogs.
A dirty dozen. From Dairy Joy.
These ain't just hot dogs my friends. These are $1.99 bundles of joy and Gulden's mustard.
They're not boiled weiners....they're grilled. The rolls are lightly buttered. And grilled.
And they're slightly overcooked.
Two men. Twelve dogs. One coke. One diet Pepsi. And a bag full of condiments.
I said condiments.
So we proceeded to eat beefy Frank and the boys.
We made it to number eleven.
One dog remained. One cold wrinkled dog left.
We knew what to do.
We took hiim outside and made a sacrifice to the Dumpster Gods.
And then we smoked a couple of cigars.
Did I mention I was working?
Life is good. Barack Obama? Not so much.