Yes its true, I love corn dogs. Who couldn't love processed meat on a stick?
Its not just the fact they are so wickedly bad for you and beckon your arteries like a mermaid calling a ship to its impending demise. Its the taste as the greasy cornmeal hits your tongue, the sound of the crunchy pieces as you dig into it, and the sheer satisfaction as the whole mess lands heavily in your stomach, bound to set up camp there for the next few hours.
Its more than that. Its what the corndog represents. Corndogs are the quintissential symbol of a good old fashioned day at the local fair. They represent the joy of eating till you wanna barf, and riding the somewhat suspect amusement park rides run by ppl who look like they just stepped off an episode of Springer. They are about playing those stupid games that you KNOW you aren't going to beat but make the attempt anyway cos MAYBE THIS TIME, you will. They represent the sounds of the people calling to you to come taste/see/test their wares. They represent the sweaty hot day, where you have walked so much your feet hurt, but you don't care cos you had so much fun.
They represent a day when no matter how old you are, you get to be a kid again, and that's a good enough reason for me. I can worry about my cholesterol and BP tomorrow.
3 comments:
And they also represent the fact that you're a perv and want to devour something phallic ;)
well maybe:) but shouldn't that post have been put in the previous entry???
The information here is great. I will invite my friends here.
Thanks
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