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.
Viva la Combo.
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she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
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among one of my fondest memories.
Liz.
Masticating Wiener-dog.
Priceless.
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.