Good overall message. A+. But fuck corn dogs. That’s just ruining a perfectly good hot dog.
Or ruininng some perfectly good friend corn bread.
Or fried corn bread. Friend corn bread is when you have people over and share.
No way. Corn dogs are proof that the universe, while uncaring, is at least not entirely malevolent.
I’ll grant that a corn dog might not be a total loss if the underlying wiener is of poor quality, but just give me a Hebrew National and you can keep the sweet batter.
Sweet batter? No no no. The batter should only be lightly sweet from the corn and maybe a TINY bit of sugar, not like that awful stuff from the box that’s basically cake. And mix some chopped jalapenos in there, maybe. And fry it up all crisp and golden. Damn, I’m hungry.
I like corn dogs, but it requires an appropriate time and place.
Like on a Tuesday?
Like Corn Dog Day or just a really long time between the last time you had a corn dog and the time now that you want one.
If by “long time” you mean 24 hours.
For real though, I used to eat a lot of frozen corn dogs. Because I am an adult who eats like a child.
My afternoon snack has now been elevated to fresh garlic chopped up on hummus on whole wheat bread, so I would have to say that I would no longer be able to eat corn dogs all the time.
That’s the worst thing about eating healthy–I’ll think, “Hey, I’ve been really good lately, I can totally get away with having a treat!” so I’ll make myself something delicious and fattening, but my body has gotten used to vegetables and totally freaks out and I feel like I went on a weekend-long bender just because I ate some nachos or whatever.
I’ve never had a corn dog.
It’s not even just an issue with how awkwardly phallic they are. Hotdogs exist to put ketchup inside me, cornbread exists because the south??, and never the twain shall meet.
I have mustard on my pants too.
I almost cried guys. I need another hug.
I need to make your comment a reply to the comment I wanted to make: “I said ‘I’m sorry’ to my ex-girlfriend on many, many occasions, I just wish she had said ‘I forgive you’ more often.”
Sounds like there’s a very good reason she’s an ex.
Virtual hugs are good enough. I was talking with my new housemate recently about how neither of us are into physical contact, i.e. hugs, and with me being recently single and her boyfriend becoming a long distance situation, we realize just how absurdly little contact we get. I think we both thought about offering the other a hug but decided not to.
I know! I was having a mildly shitty morning, and now I at least know I can revisit this video when I’m feeling down!
I need to bookmark all the videos that instantly cheer me up. Add the recorder version of the Fox movie intro which gets a huge laugh 100% of the time.
For the uninitiated:
If you like that, you’ll love the Jurrasic Park theme on melodica
Both of you guys are the best.
I can’t upvote this enough, Dan!
Oh that Jurassic Park thing kills me every time.
The mere thought of both of these videos, which ALWAYS crack me up, is causing me to stifle laughter at the workspace I’m sharing with another person. I’m sure she thinks I’m insane (I am, but not because of the Jurassic Park theme on a melodica.)
No one loves Ross I guess
I’d also like to add, “Interesting. Tell me more.”
ahh so many smiles this morning…this also warmed my heart for some reason:
What’ was your favorite food as a kid? #teamlunchables
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that had been chilling all night in the fridge, spaghetti, and Saltine crackers. I had a VERY refined palate.
Oh, let’s see. Macaroni and cheese (from the box!), spaghetti, and my grandma’s beef tips and rice. I hated HATED bologna sandwiches on wonder bread with miracle whip, though. GROSS.
On the everyday, banana pancakes. But on my birthday, I’d request stuffed cabbage.
That did not need to be a reply to Artdork, but heeeeey Artdork!!
I’m on board with 19 of these things, but seriously you guys, my sports team is the best sports team. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
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