That’s the title on Yahoo. At the bottom of the page is:
Man Eats 22 Hot Dogs in 12 Minutes
http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20060814/sc_space/hotdogsmaycausegeneticmutations
“Doctor, what is that thing that’s destroying the city? Where did it come from?”
“We can only speculate, but I fear, Doris, that that is my lab assistant.”
“That’s…Karl??? Oh, no. But…how?”
“Well, he said he was going to enter that Nathan’s contest…”
“Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener
Then everyone would FLEE IN TERROR FROM MY DESTRUCTIVE WRATH! Kneel before your sausagey God! KNEEL, OR I WILL REND YOU ALL WITH MY CARCINOGEN RAY!”
Ah, yes. From the “everything you could possibly enjoy even the slightest bit is bad for you” department of medicine.
In more recent news, researchers discover that the carcinogens in hot dogs only appear when ketchup is used.
There. Now you have a medical reason not to commit culinary crimes. 
As opposed to some other kind of mutation?
Well, there’s autosomal/germ plasm, but I think it’s basically genetic. Those who know more about this (i.e. anyone) are free to correct me, as I’m almost certain that this is at least an oversimplification.
Okay, that’s sad. My disclaimer is longer than my snarky comment.
Am I the only one who, upon reading this thread, decided to have a hot dog for lunch?
That’s a typo. The corrected headline should read:
Hotdogs Are Genetic Mutations
It reminded me that I have to remember to take some with me tomorrow for lunch. Does that count?
Hotdogs make me barf. I don’t mind eating them, except that when I do I know that I am going to barf later.
Good enough. I had a 1/4 pound fire dog with mustard, grilled onions, sport peppers, tomato, cucumber and celery salt. Mmmm. Even though I live in Florida there are plenty of expat Chicagoans down here and plenty of Vienna Beef places to choose from.
Me thinks there is a microscopic game of DOOM going on in your intestines at this very minute. I just hope you’re near a comode before someone uses the BFG… :eek:
This post is a great deal more amusing if you read it in the voice of Patinkin’s Inigo Montoya.
“You keeled my father. Prepare to barf.”
Selective bulimia? You just have to be different, don’t you?
I wish I had a good hot dog vendor in my area. There’s one outside a store in the mall I live behind, but he only has the usual small assortment of toppings. They’re still great with just mustard, onions and hot peppers, but they’re nothing like the carts it downtown TO, which have like 15 different toppings. Now those are some dawgs.
So* this* is the secret origin of the X-Men!
I thought about having a hot dog for tomorrow’s lunch. Now I think I’ll have six!
I was going to have a hot dog, but the ones in the fridge right now aren’t too good even when cooked.
Yes, I do eat virtually all of my hot dogs raw. Why do you ask?