DISCLAIMER: The following scene is intended only as a condiment to the post. It may or may not have happened. In no way should any future romantic interests or flirtatious employers assume that it is either true or false. Rest assured, fact or fiction, it ended in a cuddle.
EXT-NIGHTCLUB SMOKING AREA-NIGHT
Me: C'mon girls, I'll be the weiner, you be the ketchup and she can be the mustard. The back seat of my tan station wagon even looks like a bun.
Disco Doll (ketchup): Hot dogs are made of lips and assholes.
Rave Slave (mustard): I'm into both.
"Mustard" was dressed in yellow, and it was friday, but I digress.
Some important facts:
1) Hot Dogs are usually a modestly priced and filling option at a cinema concession bar.
2) Homemade/street purchased hot dogs - if properly wrapped - are among the easiest snacks to smuggle into cinemas via coat/hoodie pockets. See also tacos/burritos.
3)I Love Hot Dogs is a assembly of stills from films of note that range from cult to household. It is interesting internet of the highest order for cinephile and sinning philistine alike.
Go In. Gorge yourselves.
I LOVE HOT DOGS
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