while you were sleepin'...

I probably ate at least 3 of these things.

I love hot dogs... Love 'em. But these hot dogs, excuse me, "Beef Frankfurters," are so fucking good (and yes, so completely worthy of seperating themselves from the hot dog name) that you'll never want to stuff a Ballpark down your fat gullet again. And trust me, those are hard words to say, as I AM GAY for Michael Jordan and any product that he endorses. Think you're fancy eating Hebrew National or Sabrett brand wieners? You're a chump. Go get a pack of these badboys from your local Harris Teeter and unleash your inner Joey Chestnut.