I love Sonic hotdogs.
I'm pretty sure it's unhealthy, sinful, and generally gross.
And also the reason I'll never be a size 6 again.
If I think about it too much it makes me depressed.
When I get depressed I get hungry. For hotdogs.
It's a vicious cycle, I know.
Goodbye forever.
If you need me I'll be under a bridge, eating my shame, but it will look like a hot dog.
1 comment:
The Chicago Dog (I capitalized it, because it deserves to be a proper noun)is the holy grail of Sonic hotdogs. Look at the toasted crack on the outside of it . . and the way the little hot pepper shoots out when you bite into it. I gotta go. - Debra
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