Hotdog Aficionado Mugs

"What's the hot-dog guy going to do?"

DG Yomp and sons...HOTDOGS.

'Ms Figstrom, the smell of hotdogs and saurkraut is coming up from he street into my office. Either shut your window or run down and me one.'

'What do you expect! They fed mt all -beef hotdogs, Charlie! All beef hotdogs!'

"Thanks to the Oscars, we're going to be the hottest finger food this season."

He's in training for the rugby World Cup.

'Oh, and I suppose I'm the only one who's ever heard it's a 'dog eat dog world'?'

I put a picture of my lunch on Facebook, and nobody hit "like." Who doesn't like Slim Jims and beer?

"I cook the sausages in French mineral water, I wear a French beret and I can call you 'Monsieur'."

"Any of you guys feel like hot dogs?"

Artisan hot dog stand has pigs tethered to it.

How The Sausage Is Eaten

'I see you're still trying to get the staff enthused over the weekly meetings.' (Meeting offers free coffee, free snacks, eye-popping charts, exciting videos and free idea pads).

"The best thing about this, is the lovely honeycomb centre."

"Dare I ask for mustard?"

Back in 5 minutes!

'Just look at him. The face that lunched on a thousand chips.'

Pope tarts.

'Football...Beer...Popcorn...that is Bernie's Stimulus Package.'

"So is this war movie rated R, rated PG, or rated RPG?"

'Hey, there are pedals on this thing!'

"Thanks, but I already have my 'support bubble' right here."

'Mustard, ketchup and mayo are all nice and creamy smooth. Why isn't anything being done about relish?'

Oh no ... Outsourcing

Hot Dog Animals: $2

The best way to prevent sagging is to keep eating until the wrinkles fall out.

Table Of The Elephants

"Let's see, we bought the giant pop corn, tow giant sodas, and a big box of candy. . . we were lucky the megaplex's loan department was open!"

"Make me one with everything!"

'We've conducted a chemical analysis of the beef in hot dogs, and we've determined, Mr Ruth, you are guilty of steroid enhancement.'

Boy defends his last fry.

'Well it's too bad you're not a black widow like me, Slyvia...'

"Oh, boy. Comfort food."

"Hey, this is just a bun!" "Help yourself to the mustard."

Failed Firsts. Mary Shelley's "Frankfurter."