He ain’t no “spicy” meatball.
Little cleats. Very cute.
He could be the all beef variety.
Just like how congress works.
You is full of baloney, isn’t you?
“That was a poor throw; next time put a little mustard on it!”
Chicken lips and lizard hips and…..
Ummm, I DONT WANNA KNOOOOOW
Shouldn’t Zach be doing this one?
One of the field trips when I was in school was to a meatpacking plant. After the tour they gave us a hot dog sandwich. I’m like, “no thanks”.
He coaches the wurst team.
So his cousin plays baseball in “In the Bleachers?” (A tip of the cap to jr1234 who mentioned it first)
No, he REALLY doesn’t want to know!
He’s better on a Chili day, coach.
I think I’d rather keep that my little secret.
Hey, who roasted my wiener?
In secret he wallows in curry sauce and a heap of kraut. Bun-less. No less.
Rat lips and a-holes
he knows that it’s what’s inside that matters…
He’s made of snaps, and snails and puppy dog tails. The other gender is sugar and spice and every nice. Of course, several of those descriptives can be exchanged, swapped to fit the particular hot dog or kid.
Worst hot dogs I ever encountered were the ones my son’s cub scout leaders would purchase for camp outs and other events. I absolutely don’t want to know what into those.