georgeliquor

A hot dog is literally, singing as it's cooking. I think that means it's done, so I'm going to check on it.
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I ended up just dropping it on the floor, and it got covered in schmutz. It was still tasty.

Now with my daily happenings aside, I was going to write something deep, and thoughtful about friendships and relationships and how they change and grow over time, and how people you would never think become close and others become like awkward sex partners.

But I lost the inspiration during the dinner shananagins.

Speaking of distractions..why did my second hot dog stop singing on the shitty grill? This needs investigation.