Oh my. I've got to get out my Oscar Meyer Wiener- mobile whistle (yes, I have one) and play the song. "Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener..."Or maybe I'll just go get a hot dog.
Of course I would misspell the name...First my car goes in the shop (timing belt) now this. I'm NOT having a good day.
Holy crap, he was still alive? I figured he'd been rendered into his components forty or fifty years ago.
95? holy crap, apparently ground-up pig snouts, pulverized cow pizzles, emulsified goat guts, pureed ungulate anuses rolled into rubbery tubes and vulcanized slabs of omnivore entrails sliced into square sheets and round thin disks ARE good for you. So much for the anti hot dog and sandwich meat propaganda. I'm putting baloney on my corn flakes as you read!! YOW!!!!
"Pureed ungulate anuses rolled into rubbery tubes" is way catchier than "My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R..."
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