Admit Something
I like the idea of what goes into hot dogs. It satisfies my desire to avoid waste.
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posted by JMH | 10:40 PM
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6 Comments:
Hahahaha
Yes, there's always that!
You speak the truth! It has actually always bothered me a bit as to why they are called "hot dogs". I can't be the only one who immediately associates that name with canine erection.
*insert sound of crickets*
But seriously, as if it doesn't cross your mind!
It's more than a little disturbing that so many human beings find eating something with such a name so inviting. I am going to begin marketing my vegetarian alternative, which is made compost. They are called "Randycats".
I was hoping everyone would join in and admit something.
I like the smell of my armpits
Ohhhh right....
Ok. For some reason my socks smell like corn chips.It doesn't really bother me.
I was perving on a monk on the train last week. A buddhist monk.Aren't they celibate? I'm not sure, but he was hot. Does that make me creepy? He got off at my stop, and smiled at me, which pleased me in the wrong way. He could probably sense my attraction, and was having a laugh at the irony. But i like to think it was my raw sexual magnetism that did it.
I probably didn't need to share any of that.
jorg - The smell of armpits is the essence of man.
Bon - It's wonderful that you shared this.
As immersed in Mexican cuisine as I am, feet that stink socks like corn chips seem an asset, although we might need a large bowl of guacamole to realize that asset.
As for the monk, I think they're supposed to shy away from carnal pleasure (the same as pain), but not necessarily from beauty. So there's that.
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