Awe come on guys,
I've just come home from being out all day
and the 1st thing I read is hot dogs, hot dogs, hot dogs.
This is starting to turn into the dwt v Panda situation yobskin .
You say the magic word and I appear out of nowhere foaming
at the mouth with French mustard in my left hand and
tomato sauce in my right hand.
At this rate I'm gunna need 200kg tipper to carry me
and a Smokey Dawson lifting recliner chair get me
onto my feet.
Mrs Stoyve will need to sew a roller skate to the seat
of my pants so that my fat butt isn't dragging on the
footpath and I will need my gut hanging over a shopping
trolly so its not dragging in the dirt.
The good thing about the shopping trolly is that
it will be very handy to bring all the French mustard,
tomato sauce, bread rolls and hot dogs in so I can
have another feast.
Mmmmmm, hot dogs