You love to grill out on your BBQ, but you have a teeny weeny problem. You’re also a bit of a butterfingers. It never fails, every time you grill, you end up dropping at least one of the hot dogs on the lawn. Those darn tongs are just so hard to maneuver. Even if you were going to observe the five-second rule and try to sneak it back on the grill without anybody seeing it, let the flames burn the dirt and germs and ants off it (not saying you have done that, or even would do that, just saying in case you would want to give it a shot sometime), you could never have gotten that far, because by the time you bent over to pick it up, your dog Sparky has already eaten it. That exact situation has happened every weekend, every summer, for the last 5 years. At this point, Sparky’s ingested so much Oscar Mayer, he’s more hot dog than dog. Well, at least like half and half. This Halloween, we have the perfect costume for him. Also, next summer, maybe try burgers instead of hot dogs. Don’t you know what those things are made of?
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