On our flight to Baltimore en rout to WV this Christmas, cavewoman and I had plenty of time to peruse the wonderful SkyMall catalog of useless junk. Much to our suprise, one item in particular actually tickled out fancy: a Pop-Up Hot Dog Cooker.
Always seeking a bargain, as well as second and third opinions, I Googled for it. A few retailers had it, most for $49.95 or so, but as I went down the list of results, the kitchen-gadget and frivolous novelty links were quickly replaced by links to all variety of pr0n sites, all using the exact phrase “pop-up hot dog cooker.” Now, I had never even put those words into a phrase together until I saw the weenie toaster in the catalog…could it be that the fine folks at Hammacher Schlemmer, et al., are also unaware that their brilliant product shares a name with an anatomical euphamism?
I thought this was going to be about that type of jar opener that my sister-in-law calls a “rubber husband”.