Stick your weenie in the hole, press the button, and everything comes out, including warm buns. Slick! (Now if only I ate hotdogs.)
{make your own dirty joke here}
I think this looks like the coolest thing… I keep thinking I should buy it for my lil’ bro for Christmas, since he’ll move out on his own soon (or someday, whenever), and considering he’s terrible with money and with cooking, what could be better? Hot dogs and buns are cheap, and with this handy dandy item, cooking them will no longer be a problem. I’m sure he can squeeze a mustard bottle.
However, for some reason, the longer I look at it, the more I burst into uncontrollable giggling fits. There is just something mildly obscene about it.
Note to self: Never have Standup Karmic write ad copy. 
It’s very cool looking (even though I don’t eat hot dogs) but I gotta subscribe to the Alton Brown school of kitchen gadgets – if they can only do one thing, they can’t come into my kitchen. My space is taken up enough as it is by my coffee maker (which I can at least use to brew the tea that I ice) and my popcorn popper (which I justify by thinking of all of the calories I save).
But with this, you could also burn your johnson off… while toasting hot dog buns! See, multiple functions!
Oh TeaElle, you’re just not thinking outside the bun! There’s all kinds of weiner shaped foods that you could use this for!
I mean there’s…uhh…breakfast sausage. You could warm your breakfast sausages.
You could get some test tubes, and you could cook eggs in them. Or warm brandy!
You could grill carrots!
See, there’s all kinds of uses. It’s not just a weiner warmer…It’s a lifestyle.
danceswithcats:
I see what you mean. I wasn’t succinct enough, right?
The Weiner Warmer. Stick your weiner in. Plunge. It’ll pop out when it’s done. Operators are standing by.
Ten bucks says this gets pulled from the market after someone tries to have sex with it.
I’m betting this thing will be central to some lonely guy receiving a Darwin Award.
I eat hotdogs and that machine is just sick looking! Talk about ruining your appetite for one. :eek:
Call me old-fashioned, but I’m not sticking my weenie in any damn machine.
I am! Both of them! And my buns, too!
I don’t trust it.
When I was a wee lass, my family purchased an appliance called a “hotdogger.” It was a sort of tray, with metal spikes sticking out from the long sides. You impaled each end of a hotdog on a spike and plugged the thing in, instantly electrocuting the hotdogs. They had a weird, metallic taste. It’s put me off hotdog-cooking appliances for the rest of my life, even (especially!) sexually suggestive ones.
I remember this device…under the right circumstances ( i.e., “they plump when you cook 'em”) , you got a result resembling the “penile subincision” thread from a couple months back. No, I won’t supply the link.
I’m kinda interested in the adjacent Muffin Baker…