What Did You Do with My Wiener?
- "Where is it? My wiener was just here a few minutes ago and now it's gone! Debbie, did you touch my thick wiener?"
"No. Good God no," Debbie replied while jerking meat in an electric food dehydrator.
"Then where could it possibly be?" I reached for Debbie's buns. They were soft and supple.
"Awful. This is just terrible. How are we going to have a festive patio BBQ without wieners? Should we just use sausage instead?"
"Sausage parties are always fun."
"But the ratios of sausage to non-sausage items can be overwhelming, Debbie."
"Then you know what Nate, forget about squirting sausage and beefy wieners. We could always get some poultry--maybe a plump cock and pullet!"
"Well, If I didn't spend so much time already working on my wiener, then I wouldn't be asking in the first place. Debbie, did you call everyone to remind them about the party? Ivana Kegel, Aunt Crank, Hoff Olivier, and Master Bate?"
"Oh yes, they're all coming. Everyone's agreed to come at the exact same time. It will be quite an experience."
"Oh GEE, dilemma solved! I found my wiener! I placed it in the bathroom next to my Bathroom Reader Volume 68! I'm a moron."
"That you are Nate, that you are," concluded Debbie as she rinsed out a novelty Party Boner in the sink.