From the title you might think that I'm going to talk about something perverted (I could only hope for so much), but in reality I got the bizzare request to talk about an uneven cruelty in our lives. A devastating acurance that has killed many defenseless bbq's. The tale of the 8 Hot Dog pack and the 10 Hot Dog Bun Pack.
This may sound silly now, but how many times have you been at a get together or party and realized that there will always be those lonely buns that will never get a chance to be digested. They have to succumb to countless days of lounging in the back of a cupboard, to rot and be forgotten.
Imagine it this way: You are at said party and you are the 9th wheel. How would you feel? That's why I am starting a protest! We must save those depressed wallflowers and rid them of their wheelness! (Ahem!) Ok I steered away from the subject at hand, but the truth of the matter is that everyone needs a sausage... No wait... a com-pa-nion (riiight). In a universe where flawed objects are dismissed it's time these delicious buns get their chance! So, I encourage you fellow readers that the next time you set out to have a scrumptious Frank,actually have a Frank! They are healthier, taste better and come in packets of... Wait... WHAT??!!! 12??!! Packets of twelve??!!! MOTHER FUCKER!!