I have a lot of bad habits in my everyday life. I check my phone when I’m on dates (jokes, I don’t go on dates), I annoyingly readjust my hair and make it look worse, I laugh obnoxiously loudly at my own jokes and I call almost everyone I know ‘dude.’ Dude, it’s just who […]
If these hot dogs were the Beatles; my karaage dog would’ve been John Lennon, my kransky would’ve been Paul McCartney, the teriyaki chicken would’ve been George Harrison and the poor potato and beef croquette would’ve been Ringo Starr. He would’ve been the drawcard for any other band but tonight was not the night.
The level of cheese on this hot dog was the equivalent of how cheesy I am towards girls I like. From a distance you think it’s way too much but observe it from up close you know that it means well and that I taste good.
That sounded really weird. I’m sorry.
