Meat Truck

Ambassador Hot Dog

In the Swiftian world of international relations, every detail, every gesture, is fraught with meaning. One diplomat interprets the innocent sneeze of another diplomat as an insult to his mother, and off they go into Lilliputian-Blefuscudian brinksmanship.

 

Thankfully, the United States has developed over the years a disarming way to put its foreign guests at ease. It is to offer that most unassuming of American food items, one long associated with baseball, barbecues and occasional gastrointestinal distress. Yes: the hot dog.

In the formal language of diplomacy, perhaps, the presentation of a hot dog may say: “On behalf of the United States of America, may we offer you this tubular delight of meat, meat byproducts, curing agents and spices?” But what it really says is: “How ya doin’? Wanna beer?”

Such is the democratic charm of the hot dog.

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$1000 to the first Meat Trucker to get married under the Grillzebo.

$10 to the first Meat Trucker to photoshop the grill to look like a priest and have two hot dogs marrying.

What?  You don’t have an after market motorized hot dog griller attachment for your grill?  Say whaaat?

You best get yo’ ass down to Brookstone* and get one.  Install them shits today.  It’s the weekend and it’s a rule the law that you have to be grilling.

*Fun Fact!:  Porterhouse and Hebrew National were both employees of a Brookstone at Ridgedale Mall in the mid 90s.  Hello ladieees.

I love what a bumbling moron this reporter is, and I can’t believe the other guy didn’t punch him square in the nose for this:

Speaking of morons:

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Now, we’ve seen this one before, but only to the extent of being able to burn your initials into the steak.  This is more like it.  Although sadly, it’s no longer for sale.

…are those bacon wrapped, deep fried Twinkies?

Yes.

(Also known as Elvis Fries)

4GB of delicious data.