*blue balls not included.
True story — while on a late-night food search in Chicago, we came upon The Weiner’s Circle:
Is a weiner circle like a circle jerk?
Once inside, (after some drunk guy hugged and grabbed me for far too long in line) the lady behind the counter started yelling, “Do you want dick?” at me. I blank stared for a second, when she repeated the same hilarious query. It took everything in me not to laugh, but this bitch scared me into thinking I wouldn’t be getting any weiners that night if I didn’t answer properly. (Think Soup Nazi, “No dick for you!” Wha?).
“No,” I answered. “Just a char dog with relish, onions and mustard.”
What in the world… It was so very, very awesome. And SO Penis Tuesday.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
