My mini-vacation has come to a close. It was good to have time off & do exactly what I wanted to do. Today I made my way up to Unique Thrift for some cheap threads. I got out of my Jeep and walked up toward the door when the guy selling hotdogs in front of both the Marathon station & Unique started whistling at me and shouting disgustingness toward my way. I tunred and shouted "Fuck you hotdog man." I was looking for a really cheesey Christmas sweater, but it seems that only REALLY large women wear these, for they had none anywhere close to my size. It was not a total bust because I did get a few items, namely a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles doo-rag in which I'm particularly excited to sport on my dome. I left and had to drive past hotdog man to get out of the parking lot, I had my window down and he yelled something so I looked over and he grabbed a kilbasa w/ his tongs and held it up to his crotch and made thrusting motions w/ his pelvis, I shot him the finger and laughed my ass off as I drove away. A man selling hotdogs in front of a gas station and thrift store waving his kilbasa at me, honestly people, come on. Now that is pure HI-larity!!!
Peace out,
MJ
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Note to self, don't waive hot dog in direction of dready mama...cool
Man, I love kielbasa! Now I'll never be able to eat it again without thinking about thrusting hot dog man.
just think, later that afternoon, or maybe sometime on the following day, or the following day, he proceeded to put that same kielbasa on a bun and serve it to someone, who then ate it.
...and loved it
the moral of this story, never eat from a street vendor, ever.
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