I just indulged myself highly in an enormous beefy hot doggy dog from good ole' American 7-Eleven.
I want to throw up. Actually kind of did just a little. Then I lost my appetite soon there after and have decided for future advantages when it comes to very uninviting situations...I will be much more prepared in what I throw into my stomach.
Yes. I am never eating a hot-doggy-dog again. Not from the stores. Not from 7-Eleven. FINITO TO THE DOG!!!
Although, I did happen to make a French-Vanilla Mocha Brazilian Bold Coffee from there. I am very satisfied and fat over it all. I love this life.
Cody is to my left and we are having a blasted jolly good time in the editing room. The weather outside is balls below freezing, just perfect for an illegal drive with unregistered cars to pick up a nasty hot doggy dog and a really kick-ass cup a Joe with the other half.
Tootles xo
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