Hot dogs were a topic of conversation today. I think they smell gross. My brother eats them all the time, and when I come downstairs and the bowling hotdog scent drifts into my nose, I have to hold my breath until I don't smell it anymore. It makes me sick.
I only like hotdogs cooked on the grill. Or if they're just cooked over an open flame like when we go camping. Of course, everything tastes better when cooked outside. When I cook hotdogs on the grill, I don't put any condiments on them because they drown out the grilled flavor.
If anyone sees a leprechaun, send him my way. I lost mine when I checked the mail today, he must have slipped out when I wasn't looking. Now he's running around and leaving tiny muddy footprints all over the carpet.
Simple Plan is a band that bothers me. It seems like they're saying, "Hey, we try to be punk, but all our songs are emo." Shut up.
I just thought of the fat lady who found an old sandwich wedged in some rolls of fat. How do you lose a sandwich in your fat? If there was a sandwich in my rolls, I think I'd feel it. I wonder how many sandwiches she had to make her not notice that one was missing.