It’s Wiener Wednesday and I am writing this from the comfort of my own couch, in my pajamas, watching the new Ricki Lake show–I just watched someone get a 20 minute boob job–amazing! It’s a snow day here, although there is no snow. Baltimore is in the pink part of the radar map.
I don’t have a franky dish for you–I was too busy baking the mega-cake known as Othello–but I do have an awesome video from the UK, sent to me by Silver Screen Suppers. Description:
The longest hot dog in the world presented and eaten by Spike Milligan and Barbara Allen (Miss Mustard) in Lincoln’s Inn Fields.
Click HERE to witness the magic.
And I also have a story. Last night I went to one of my favorite Baltimore watering holes, The Drinkery (Think “Cheers:” where everybody knows you’re gay!) So I was there knocking back some Coors Light (because I like crappy light beer) when the decision was made to go across the street and grab a pizza–with Ranch, of course. I’m from Pittsburgh and that’s how we roll.
Anyway, I had a couple slices. The bartender offered to take away the box. There was one piece left–and hell no! I’m not wasting perfectly good Supreme pizza–so I grabbed it and put it on my plate. As I did so he said to me, “I tell my daughters that no one will marry you if you’re fat.”
Um, yeah. Totally. I asked him how old his daughters were–14 and 17.
*Sigh* Sometimes I really hate people.
Yes. Because me not ever getting married is not because I’m fat or not fat. It’s because I am a neurotic hot mess. So there.
Truth be told, after the bartender threw all that shade, I did put down the pizza. But that didn’t stop me from having a huge piece of Othello Cake when I got home.
Enjoy the rest of your snow day–if you have one. Me, I’m gonna go watch J.R. Ewing die on Dallas. Bummer.