Disgusting is right. Everyone knows you don’t put ketchup on frankfurters.
Ketchup is a requirement on hotdogs, just as mustard is on hamburgers.
Back when they still served food on airplanes, I think I had a mahogany cutlet once.
Surprisingly filthy! Y’know, if you put your mind to it.
And now, when I next eat my lunch in the Break Room, I’m just going to have to exclaim, “It tastes like a frankfurter! IT DOES!!!” and await the hilarity to ensue.
…And then I’ll just blame Mike Sterling when it falls flat.
….that’s what SHE said!
I remember a book on an episode of Reading Rainbow when I was a kid with the exact same premise, except starring a goat instead of a termite. SPOILER WARNING: the goat is forced by his parents to binge on regular food until he gets a stomachache, whereupon he switches to a more balanced diet.
The ’50s were more depressing than I thought.
Disgusting is right. Everyone knows you don’t put ketchup on frankfurters.
Ketchup is a requirement on hotdogs, just as mustard is on hamburgers.
Back when they still served food on airplanes, I think I had a mahogany cutlet once.
Surprisingly filthy! Y’know, if you put your mind to it.
And now, when I next eat my lunch in the Break Room, I’m just going to have to exclaim, “It tastes like a frankfurter! IT DOES!!!” and await the hilarity to ensue.
…And then I’ll just blame Mike Sterling when it falls flat.
….that’s what SHE said!
I remember a book on an episode of Reading Rainbow when I was a kid with the exact same premise, except starring a goat instead of a termite. SPOILER WARNING: the goat is forced by his parents to binge on regular food until he gets a stomachache, whereupon he switches to a more balanced diet.