Thursday, August 9, 2007

I Never Sausage Nonsense


Okay, so now I'm wiener boy, and you can say what you like out my skinny, skinny legs and no arms. I've got natural casing... tough skin, so I can take it. Hey, and don't think I'm one of those giddy, anthropomorphized spokes-products, some smiley icon who's shilling for the man, telling you to run out and buy Whoozis brand hot dogs, or whatever. I hate those guys. Those bastards would sell out their own family for a soft corporate job. Personally, I don't care what the hell you have for lunch, just stay away from me, 'cause I've got my own problems.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You may already be a weiner!

August 13, 2007 at 6:06 AM  

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