Last night I was laying in bed, as I am wont to do. All of the sudden, looming out of the semi-darkness of the AutoZone parking lot next to our apartment, a huge, flesh-colored tube came to a slow stop. It's engine turned off, and a small, Asian woman dismounted from her WienerMobile. That's right. The Oscar Meyer WienerMobile parked in our alley.
The WM's driver is a friend of our neighbor. It almost makes me sad that instead of staying here and getting to know the WM and it's driver, and maybe getting to drive the WienerMobile myself, I'll be going here:
Trade offs in life are a bitch. But hot DAMN! The WienerMobile! How many more times can I type wiener? Wiener!
Oh, and Merry Christmas.
20 December 2006
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5 comments:
Mobile or not, I think you've ridden enough wiener in your time.
Is that the bed at your budget motor inn? ;) Oh well - as long as it doesn't rain I guess!
As if there's anything better in the world than a surprise weiner!?
Holy! That's amazing!
why would you leave the country when the wienermobile is in your neighborhood?
terrorist.
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