So if we were to get only one measly hot dog, we decided to order the biggest corndog we possibly could. As luck would have it, they sold a corndog called the “triple-footer”
But a chick in the car next door took a pic of me taking the first bite and posted it on social media.
So…I got out of the car to adjust her thinking. Turns out she was my cousin.
But she was one of the hated McCoy branches of my extended family, and not at all a “kissin’ cousin.”
So, long story short, that’s how we all made the news that day.
But…the huge corndogs were tasty.
So my sodium level went sky high, and my kidneys were screaming.
But I didn’t care because corndogs!
So after the corn dogs I ate corn muffins, corn flakes and candy corn
But we got out of there before the cops came for the disturbance me and my cousin were making.
So with all that corn, you should have *seen *the poop I had that night at the motel out on Route 11 - hoo doggies!
But…that’s way TMI. And we ignored you.
So anyway, after a long time in the bathroom, various shenanigans at the motel and a good night’s sleep, we were ready for more adventures the next day.
But first we had to stop for more giant corndogs.
So…we drove around looking for a Sonic. America’s Drive In!
But all we found was a supermarket that sold frozen corndogs.
So…we bought them, avacados and icecream sammiches
But in our haste, we accidentally microwaved the icecream sammiches instead of the corndogs.
So we broke our teeth biting down on the still frozen corndogs.
But fortunately we had some melted ice cream to sooth our sore gums.