There’s A Potato In My Pants And My Car Reeks Of Hotdogs (4208 hits)
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Submitted by Pentameter (View user info) at 2005-04-14 09:25:38 EDT
Earlier in the week, I had to help out at my college's Alumni Phonathon. Since I'm administrative, I didn't have to make calls, but I did have to get everything set up and ready to go for the evening's activities. Then I got to stand around, look important and tell people what to do.
I thought this meant that I wouldn't have to put up with shit. I was wrong. One of my duties was to pick up the food for the volunteers, which of course I didn't mind doing. I cut out of work early and went home to get changed and grab a bite to eat before I had to stop at the diner and get back to the school.
I live with my grandmother so that I can help her with things around her house. She's 85 years old, still has all her marbles (sometimes), but she is riddled with arthritis. I'm basically her brawn.
She knew I was coming home early, so of course, she does the grandmotherly thing of having something ready for me to eat, which is sweet of her, especially considering that she's almost always in pain. I appreciate this.
Upon walking into the house, she was immediately on my ass trying to get me to sit down and eat. Now, my grandmother does not understand the concept of portions, nor does she understand the concept of not being hungry all the time. To her, a meal is all the food you can consume until you get to the point where you're ready to vomit. I've been under a lot of stress lately and haven't had my usual appetite.
For a girl, I think I can eat a lot, and I don't obsess over my weight, but when I saw all the food she had prepared for me, I started to get nervous. As a rule, you cannot tell this woman that you aren't hungry or that you can't finish everything she has prepared for you. The worst part is that she watches you eat.
I took a deep breath and pulled my chair up to 3 hamburgers, a huge salad, a bowl of strawberries, a piece of cake that my brother made and a humongous baked potato. There was no possible way I could ever finish it all. Even when I was on prednisone (read: a steroid) and my appetite was out of control, I still could not eat all of that food.
It was like a duel. I sat at one end of the table and she sat directly across from me. We exchanged angry glares. It was a standoff until I finally broke down. When I picked up the first hamburger, she noticed that I hesitated and said, "What? Aren't you hungry? You're losing too much weight. You need to eat."
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Each bite was sheer agony. I ate very slowly, figuring that I could eat most of it. Eventually, I knew she would get bored and get up to start cleaning...something. Almost a full half an hour had passed and she was still sitting there watching me eat. I was getting pissed off. And I was also getting very full.
"Well, I'm going to go and run the vacuum in the living room. You finish that up," she said.
Victory! As soon as she stepped foot out of the room, I immediately grabbed my plate and made way for the garbage. But then I heard something.
She was coming back into the room.
My left hand had the plate in it, and my right hand held the baked potato. I dumped everything into the garbage and put the plate down in front of me on the counter. Just as I was about to score the game-winning run, I heard, "What are you doing?"
I panicked. I couldn't throw it away - she would hear the deafening thud it would make when it hit the bottom of the can. So, I did the only thing I could do.
I shoved it down my pants.
Quickly, I turned around and said, "Nothing Nani, just throwing my napkin and stuff away," as I prayed she wouldn't see the huge bulge in my pants.
*Sidebar: I can now sympathize with men. You must have a hell of a time hiding those unexpected boners.
"You finished up really fast," she said as she looked at me with suspicious eyes.
"I got really hungry all of a sudden. I have to go," I said.
Do you know how hard it is to run with a baked potato in your underwear? Let me assure you, it isn't easy. As soon as I got outside, I freed the potato. Then I realized that I live on a busy street and 30 people probably saw me craning around in my pants. I threw it behind the bushes and jumped into my car.
As I pulled away from my house, I called work to find out where I needed to go for the food. As if my last episode weren't bad enough, I learned that I would have to pick up my most hated enemy.
Hotdogs.
I don't even like saying the word.
No one on this planet can understand my hatred for hotdogs. I hate the way the smell. They are the most disgusting, vile thing, other than pig's feet, that can be consumed by a human being. When I think of the nasty things that make up a hot dog (such as livers, hearts and kidneys), I could puke in my soup.
I went to the diner to pick up the hotdogs and had to stand outside and spit a few times since the smell instantly made me nauseous. With trepidation, I opened the door and stepped inside, only to be assaulted by the horrendous odor of hotdogs and chili.
"Yeah, I'm here to pick up the hotdogs for the Alumni Association," I said.
"Um, are you all right miss?" the gentleman behind the counter asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. Are they ready?" I asked.
"They'll be a few more minutes. How about I give you one on the house while you wait?"
"Um, no thanks. I don't like hotdogs."
You swear I told him that I just violated myself with a broomstick while a midget, a duck and four ears of corn watched. The look on his face was one of sheer and utter disgust. "Who doesn't like hotdogs? They're 'All American!' Are you French or something?" he asked.
"No, I just don't like hotdogs," I said.
He rolled his eyes and walked back into the kitchen while I sat at the counter. Every single person in the diner was looking - no - staring at me. Is it a crime not to like hotdogs?
After what felt like longer than forever, I grabbed the box of forsaken things and ran out to my car. In hindsight, I should have put them in my trunk. Instead, I put them on the floor right in front of the passenger seat.
As I was flying down the highway, some 700 year old man decided that he was going to get into the left lane and do 20 miles an hour. Going from 90 to 15 isn't easy to do, so I had to stand on my brakes to get the car to slow down. Hotdogs went flying everywhere. It sucked. Hard. And yes, they were wrapped.
My car reeked of hotdogs. It was the scent that wouldn't die. I sprayed Febreeze all over the seats and floor. I took the mats out and let them air overnight. Still, it lingered. Every morning, when I opened the door I got a full-on assault of boiled pigs' ass and horse lips. Mixed with the smell of crayons that has been there since the day I bought the car, it morphed into a supernatural scent that would knock a buzzard off of a shitwagon.
When my brother got in the car with me this morning, he looked at me and said, "It fucking stinks in here."
"I know, it was those stupid fucking hotdogs."
He put his book bag down on the floor and said, "What the hell is this?"
Apparently, I missed one of the little guys when I was picking them up from the floor. Still in his wrapper, I seethed with hate as I realized it was that bastard that made my car smell like Satan's asshole.
As soon as I got to work, I threw the hotdog into the dumpster outside of my building. I got settled in at my desk and thought about that day.
At the age of 25, I have been reduced to stuffing potatoes down my pants so that I don't offend my grandmother. Instead of being intelligent and checking around to make sure that one of the hotdogs wasn't in my car, I assumed that the smell was just from them being on the floor. I have been working non-stop, staying late plenty of nights over the past two weeks. I am under tons of pressure, and I think it's making me retarded.
I'm tired. I'm burnt out. My brain is nothing but mush. I think I need a vacation.
So, who's going to take me?
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Submitted by bugblender (user info) at 2008-09-14 09:55:47 EDT (#)
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have to get this off the all time best list immediately.
Submitted by Aadarm (user info) at 2008-09-07 13:33:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by AntiThesis (user info) at 2005-05-24 06:05:17 (#)
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Nice :) Made me chuckle a good few times. We all need vacations... :)
Submitted by LongestPants (user info) at 2006-11-26 17:32:10 EST (#)
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"No one on this planet can understand my hatred for hotdogs. I hate the way the smell. They are the most disgusting, vile thing, other than pig's feet, that can be consumed by a human being. When I think of the nasty things that make up a hot dog (such as livers, hearts and kidneys), I could puke in my soup."
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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeat!
Submitted by whysenheimer (user info) at 2006-09-07 21:33:11 EDT (#)
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Fucking funny.
Submitted by compEngineer0 (user info) at 2006-08-10 13:03:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2006-04-11 09:23:27 EDT (#)
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happy days! Would have 2+ anyway, but it was the following comment that made this post for me. My boss is very unhappy at me now for laughing so hard.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:19:47 (#)
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I know the feeling.
I had to put silly putty in my nose and ears this morning to hold my brain in.
MMMWWAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Submitted by Average_Dan (user info) at 2005-11-15 10:47:46 EST (#)
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I fucking love you pent!
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2005-09-09 15:13:10 EDT (#)
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I'll take you there, but you have to do something for me first.....
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-06-27 16:55:38 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by doctorj24 (user info) at 2005-06-27 16:34:30 EDT (#)
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This got me right here: "Who doesn't like hotdogs? They're 'All American!' Are you French or something?"
HA! Stupid French.
Submitted by KillerTofu (user info) at 2005-05-24 19:48:21 EDT (#)
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You can come join me in Palm Springs if you wish. I'd be happy to send you a plane ticket and reserve a hotel room for you. As long as I get to come visit you for one night.
Submitted by AntiThesis (user info) at 2005-05-24 06:05:17 EDT (#)
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Nice :) Made me chuckle a good few times. We all need vacations... :)
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-05-24 05:49:24 EDT (#)
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You're a good read!
Is that Clearwater? Outside of Tampa. I smoked a joint there once... pot sucks.
Submitted by Viciousriffs (user info) at 2005-04-19 16:29:19 EDT (#)
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Pimp queen Lucy- 111 hrs., 2 weeks, that's what I am getting paid for on Friday. I promise, as soon as I am allowed to have a vacation, I will have the President (Kevin Spacey, not that idiot George W. fellow, who the fuck IS he anyway???) call your employer and inform him that you have the cure for every communicable disease known to man, and your assistance is needed IMMEDIATELY to solve many world problems, including idiocy. He will, at this point, be forced to either allow you a vacation, or endure restitutionary taxes of 95.7% of all bottom line income until you are given what you requested. Because Spacey kicks much ass, did you see him in that ONE movie? The one with that guy, and her too? Yeah, you know.....
Submitted by baking_Lady (user info) at 2005-04-18 03:35:00 EDT (#)
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*in my mother's voice*
Eat baby, eat! A little thin, you are!
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-04-18 03:22:50 EDT (#)
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Ugh, yeah, this didn't make my tummy feel better. And this R & B on the Musak box here at work isn't helping. Somebody shoot me. Directly in the face.
Submitted by bart (user info) at 2005-04-18 02:27:07 EDT (#)
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Nice
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-04-16 22:19:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2005-04-16 06:29:19 (#)
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I'll take you. How 'bout we get a room and I'll take you again and again? Then we go to Vegas and get hitched at a drive through chapple and creat spawn that will dominate the word. Sound like a plan?
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Sounds perfect.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-04-16 21:43:55 EDT (#)
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I'll take you on vacation, as long as you are paying.
Yes things really are that bad.
-Dave
Submitted by canadia (user info) at 2005-04-16 08:28:17 EDT (#)
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that sounds like my in-laws... they're italian, and they love food. Luckily, I've learn to stand up for myself and don't eat everything they put in front of me. I faced my fear...
Submitted by Technoboy (user info) at 2005-04-16 08:00:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2005-04-16 06:29:19 EDT (#)
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I'll take you. How 'bout we get a room and I'll take you again and again? Then we go to Vegas and get hitched at a drive through chapple and creat spawn that will dominate the word. Sound like a plan?
Submitted by TheHater (user info) at 2005-04-15 17:11:34 EDT (#)
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stupid
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-04-15 11:03:42 EDT (#)
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Deserves another +2
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-04-15 10:30:23 EDT (#)
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Right behind ya Munknuts
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-15 10:17:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-15 10:17:41 EDT (#)
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come ooooon perfect two!
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-04-14 23:04:41 EDT (#)
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I'm tired. I'm burnt out. My brain is nothing but mush. I think I need a vacation.
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You're in top form. I'd really like to read you after a vacation. (But comfort and satisfaction are death to most writers. Caution.)
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-04-14 22:22:51 EDT (#)
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When I think of the nasty things that make up a hot dog (such as livers, hearts and kidneys), I could puke in my soup.
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What? None of those things are disgusting. At least, not disgusting in relation to what else is in the hot dogs...y'know, rat tails, insects, insect feces, pig snouts, powdered fingernails, horse semen, that sort of thing.
What? I used to work in a hotdog factory. It's terrible in there.
p.s. i've never worked in a hotdog factory
Submitted by Zackstersmackster (user info) at 2005-04-14 21:31:53 EDT (#)
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Pretty funny story!
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You're the strangest girl I've ever met. Down your pants? I don't even know how you breathe with them on, let alone with large vegtables in them.
Do you mean pregnazone? Because I had to take that for Sepsis and muscle inflammation when I got hit by that truck. Long story.
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What the fuck is "pregnazone"? An anti-inflammatory steroid for pregnant people?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-04-14 18:53:48 EDT (#)
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I'll take you, baby...we'll go to Cabo San Lucas, we'll get you a nice cabana by the beach, several cool margaritas, and then I will apply suntan oil liberally to you, massaging it all over (Shiatsu or Swedish, your choice, I'm trained in both) every inch of your body until you become a bronze goddess.
How's that sound?
Submitted by Kristen (user info) at 2005-04-14 17:08:47 EDT (#)
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Mmmmmmm, hotdogs.
Did you know that those crazy folk from Chicago put celery salt on their hotdogs? GAH!
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-04-14 15:49:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-04-14 15:36:37 (#)
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Ohhh, they were cooked?
It doesn't pay to hurry through stories at lunch.
That's disgusting. Sorry about fucking up your perfect post.
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No worries. They all get ruined eventually.
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-04-14 15:36:37 EDT (#)
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Ohhh, they were cooked?
It doesn't pay to hurry through stories at lunch.
That's disgusting. Sorry about fucking up your perfect post.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-04-14 14:10:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:06:44 (#)
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I find it hard to believe you don't like hotdogs.
I also find it hard to believe you'd get a box of unwraped ones.
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What's so hard to believe?
And what the hell are you talking about? When I picked them up at the diner, they were cooked, in buns and wrapped in those little foil packets. I don't understand what you mean.
Or maybe I'm retarded. Who knows.
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:06:44 EDT (#)
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I find it hard to believe you don't like hotdogs.
I also find it hard to believe you'd get a box of unwraped ones.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:06:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:51:11 (#)
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Consider yourself lucky that you're Italian. Had you been black, you would have had to unload a watermelon.
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HAHAHAHAHA
Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:58:39 EDT (#)
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I'll take you on holiday sweetcheeks.
I'll be Gallant and chivalrous, I'll kick the crap out of any hotdog that dares come our way and I'll even do you the honour of waiting untill your drunk before I try to get into your pants.
All you have to do is keep writting stories to keep me amused. Oh and return the hotdog favour if we come across any Cheese. Damn I hate Cheese!
Now how's that for offer?
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:56:54 EDT (#)
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I'm still looking for a date for Cancun...although I've had quite a few offers I am still accepting applications <giggle> -- http://www.ubersite.com/m/63646
Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:51:11 EDT (#)
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Consider yourself lucky that you're Italian. Had you been black, you would have had to unload a watermelon.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:48:32 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:34:47 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:15:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Lechuga (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:07:06 (#)
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You're the strangest girl I've ever met. Down your pants? I don't even know how you breathe with them on, let alone with large vegtables in them.
Do you mean pregnazone? Because I had to take that for Sepsis and muscle inflammation when I got hit by that truck. Long story.
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What? Are my pants really that tight? I don't have trouble breathing when I wear them. I think they're comfortable.
And here is a link to prednisone - this is what I took: http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/druginfo/medmaster/a601102.html
Submitted by Lechuga (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:07:06 EDT (#)
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You're the strangest girl I've ever met. Down your pants? I don't even know how you breathe with them on, let alone with large vegtables in them.
Do you mean pregnazone? Because I had to take that for Sepsis and muscle inflammation when I got hit by that truck. Long story.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-04-14 11:05:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:46:28 (#)
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You don't like hotdogs?
Commie.
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Damned straight. This is America chicky, love it or leave it.
Submitted by fudgepacker (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:55:59 EDT (#)
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dammit you put words together well.
Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:46:28 EDT (#)
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You don't like hotdogs?
Commie.
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:44:25 EDT (#)
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......hot dogs.........
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:30:13 EDT (#)
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Come sail away!
Come sail away!
Come sail away with me....Pentameter!
Where do ya wanna go?
On a side note, I was at the local Italian restaurant (Basta Mangiare) with the missus last night and decided to order the "Basta-ccioli." Described in the menu as mostaciolli noodles with sausage, meatballs, green peppers, mushrooms, tomatoes, and cheese, you get a t-shirt if you can finish it all at the restaurant.
Now I know why.
It was SEVEN FRICKING POUNDS of food.
For you visual folk, that's enough pasta to stuff two extremely large turkeys.
For the low price of $12.95, it was a bargain (never mind that we had a buy-one-get-one-free meal coupon, to boot). I hardly put a dent in it (maybe ate 3/4 lb. of it at best...damn I shouldn't have filled up on bread and salad), and now have leftovers for what will probably take us a week to finish.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:27:43 EDT (#)
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Haha... hotdogs are NOTHING compared to scrapple.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:19:47 EDT (#)
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I know the feeling.
I had to put silly putty in my nose and ears this morning to hold my brain in.
Submitted by precision (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:16:27 EDT (#)
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forget the hotdogs...go for beer brats!
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:12:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Williams_2004 (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:07:53 (#)
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Very good post.
I'll take you on vacation if you like, where would you like to go?
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Somewhere warm, quiet, deviod of hotdogs, no phones, no computers, and with nothing that will stop me from unwinding.
Submitted by Williams_2004 (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:07:53 EDT (#)
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Very good post.
I'll take you on vacation if you like, where would you like to go?
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:05:28 EDT (#)
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i guess you've never had a Spike's ground beef hotdog. made out of pure beef, with 1000% more deliciousness than standard hotdogs. if you're ever in providence, i reccommend trying one. i say superlatives a lot, but they really are the best hotdogs ever.
Submitted by SiskelandFatboy (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:05:04 EDT (#)
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Good Read. Why is it that Grandmother's prepare enough food for a small African country and then expect you to devour it all?
"Yes Gramms, it was delicious but I can only eat 5 plates!"
Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:04:24 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2005-04-14 10:01:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:39:55 (#)
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You swear I told him that I just violated myself with a broomstick while a midget, a duck and four ears of corn watched.
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They just might have a porn for that fetish. Want me to look it up for you?
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I have 8 Gigs already saved. You want it? Well, some of it has radishes instead of corn, and occasionally, especially on rainy days, I like it if the duck is tied to the midget with barbed wire.
Oh, I WON A FEE IPOD FROM PEPSI!!!
GO MT. DEW WOO!!!
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:58:30 EDT (#)
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Brilliant as usual.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:52:48 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by potatomanjack (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:52:29 EDT (#)
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Darn, I thought this was going to be about that crazy night we shared in Tijuana.
Still good though.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:46:28 EDT (#)
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Hot dogs are gross. But I sure do love a nice wiener!
Good post girlfriend!!! ;)
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:45:37 EDT (#)
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You know, I can walk about two block and see that view. The only condition is you'd have to convince the ol' wife, who coincidentally LOVES hotdogs.
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:42:17 EDT (#)
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Lots of nasty things do make up a hot dog. Good job you only ate the hamburgers. Ahem.
You should have called MrWolf, he's very knowledgeable about walking around the place with root vegetables in your y-fronts.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:40:29 EDT (#)
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A good writer like you, with a semi-humorous story to tell, like this, can take the shortcut to Shlongy's wiener anytime she wants.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:39:55 EDT (#)
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You swear I told him that I just violated myself with a broomstick while a midget, a duck and four ears of corn watched.
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They just might have a porn for that fetish. Want me to look it up for you?
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:39:09 EDT (#)
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What is it with grandmothers anyway? A perfectly normal woman has a grandchild, and suddenly she's an obsessive-compulsive guilt machine.
Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:36:54 EDT (#)
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You know, I used to really like hotdogs, but I think you've just weened me away from them for a bit. Much to my surprise, the thought of a potato near a taco really isn't as hot as I thought it'd be. Maybe it was because there was the word "grandma" floating around near it, though.
Submitted by Sarcasticus (user info) at 2005-04-14 09:33:00 EDT (#)
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I'm totally hungry now...for hotdogs! Mmm...slathered with ketchup, toasted bun. That's good eatin!