The desecration of a hotdog.

I ran across this the other day. It's old, but is a nostalgic reminder of why I love waiting in long food lines and big homes.

Viva la Combo.


BarbarianDave said...

I think I missed something...oh well.

Cameraman said...


among one of my fondest memories.

Masticating Wiener-dog.

BarbarianDave said...

Much better. Pervs and their food...
I once was a cook at a family camp.
We must have cooked about 1000 nasty looking half rotten susages. Don't know what was worse having to cook them, or watching the poor bastards scarf them down.

Liz said...

this wouldn't have happened to be the camp in Orlando where I was one of those poor victims?

BarbarianDave said...

I think poor bastards was the word, and yes you would have been one of them. Maybe that's where it started.