On several separate occasions we have camped next to ‘gentlemen’ who have had a bit too much of the ‘good stuff’ and have boisterously stated for all to hear for hours on end that all they wanted was (and I quote, so excuse the profanity), “a God Damn Mother Fucking Hotdog!!”, after which they fell sound asleep and snored like freight trains coming a barreling down the tracks.
So, tell me…what is it with drunks and hotdogs?
At another campground, we camped near a family with a screaming baby. We pondered whether the baby was channeling the drunks and just wanted a hotdog.
I guess we will never know.
Sorry, no pictures for this one
Can’t explain that one; last time I was loaded, I don’t remember craving a hot dog.
However, in the the “be prepared” dept, maybe carrying a package of hot dogs might be cheap insurance of a good night sleep.
One can never be too prepared!🤣