Alfie Van Praagh

I loved the movie, but I have a couple complaints. No matter where I go, there always seems to be hot dogs. Always warm and wet. In my drinks, my soups, my septic tank, my boiler, just warm wet weeners everywhere. But recently, it's gotten worse. I woke up one morning and there was one under my pillow. They have begun to manifest outside of liquid environments. Whenever I try to cook, I always seem to make hot dogs. Whenever I order takeout, they always seem to mix up my order and put only hotdogs in there. I ordered from Wendy's last week and they sent me a bag full of hot dogs. I don't think they even sell hot dogs. I don't know anymore. I woke up with one in my mouth yesterday. It won't be long before I succumb to sleep and become one with the sweltering saucy sausages. I'm just glad that the last thing I see before I boil with the meat is Gooby's tender face and loving eyes. Goodbye.