Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest
His friends thought competing in Nathan’s Annual Hot Dog (Called Tubular Tenderloins by mystery meat gourmets) Eating Contest was stupid; Harry could never win. But Harry had been working on a secret weapon . . .
His friends thought competing in Nathan’s Annual Hot Dog (Called Tubular Tenderloins by mystery meat gourmets) Eating Contest was stupid; Harry could never win. But Harry had been working on a secret weapon . . .
Lucius was thinking his current diet of Mice-A-Roni, Chicken Fried Mice, Mice creme, and his favorite, Mice Burger (Triple Decker with extra tails) could benefit with a new entree or two. Maybe Ratatouille or fried Chipmunk chips. Hold the Veggies . . .
Rita didn’t think much of her fiancé’s taste for dining out. Somehow muddy crayfish in a ditch didn’t equate to a seafood buffet . . .
The Crab brothers were miffed; none of the invited guests showed up for drinks and dinner, all citing kabourophobia, what ever that was. Google said it was not a fear of politicians . . .
Jean was thinking of either going into politics or farming onions–he was of two minds . . .
Gary was billed as a stand up comedian that told corny jokes with a unique twist . . .