For the first time, I saw a hot pink weenie. It was in Greensboro at the famous La Bereenie. Sandy asked Vickie, "what is this pink thing?" "Honey, I don't know, but it can surely sing." "Dee Dee said, "this dog came off a dog chart." "My dog is very long and won't come apart." Kelly said, "after seeing this, I need a coctail." Interupting her, Debi said, "my weenie is frail." "Vickie said in amazement, "mine is somewhat fair." "This pink thing takes the cake," twiddling her hair. Angie said, "I should have ordered Eggs Benedick." "On my pink hot dog, I may have to do a drop kick." Beth said, "it tastes like a hot dog, but smells like a pickle." Lynn laughing said, "girl, it is one-of-a-kind; are you fickle?" "I wondered if this unique famous chef is now handy?" " Why are you so interested in him for Sandy?" Finally, Vickie had to ask, "waitress, what is this?" "Well, this hot pink weenie is standard here, miss." "Don't they have hot pink weenies in West Virginia?" "Sandy hollered out, "no mam, I have nothin' again ya!" "This pink thing looked as though it forgot to grow." Vickie asked the waitress, "will it cause a back flow?" Well, the mothers of each ten year old AAU basketball player. Saw their first strange and ugly hot pink weenie from a conveyer. Sandy said, "well, it would be hard to duplicate this hot dog." "Our husbands would not believe this, we must write this in our log." Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is a true story about a bunch of mothers eating out on
the town after watching their ten year old boys playing in a
AAU basketball game in Greensboro, North Carolina this
year. This is just one of many of the funny things that
people run into, whether at home or on the road. Written
to add a smile to someone's face.
Marva L. Dowdin
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