Sans Hot Dogs Novels & Stories

Her mouth watered at the image of the popular American snack inside her head, which any person could easily spot and lay their hands on somewhere in the corner of the streets here in Yuro. She felt the sudden urge to buy one and devour the deep fried sausage wrapped around a thick layer of mozzarella cheese and bread crumbs inside her mouth. She just yearned tasting the cheese melting against her happy taste buds since corndogs were one of the few snacks she loved that was restricted inside the mansion due to sanitary and health precautions. They say sausages aren't really healthy to consume, especially when it comes to her younger sister with their mom's sanitary issues towards unhealthy ap

song or was it just "Old McDonald" "I'm not a dog and i'm not hot. So why am i called hotdog? Whyyyyyyyyyy?" I keep on blabbering nonsense approaching the crowd while still wiggling, dancing, and skipping like i was just having a walk on field full of flower. The expression of the people varies from; amusement to horrified. Some parents even covered their child's eyes.

I smiled at him and watched as the instant relief lit up on his face. “Tell me, how can you lose something you never had?” I teased. This joking thing was not half bad. He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his waves catching my eye and lightening the mood even more. “Yeah. I guess you’re fucking right. Smartass.” He laughed and I simply shrugged in agreeance. “So I hope you’re hungry. There will be roasted hot dogs, burgers, chicken, some vegetarian shit, s’mores, and who the fuck knows what else to eat and plenty of alcohol of course.”

- Yes I am, I arrived a few hours ago and I was looking for somewhere to eat- I say after feeling my stomach give signs of life again. - Let's eat something then, I want to know a little more about the female that helped my puppy- I frown at the peculiar way she speaks- in addition to clarifying some doubts about the city- she ends up seeing my curiosity. I nod wanting to know a little more about this place, is it a bit of a pack? After all, I can identify some smells that remind me of my own species. Not far from where we were, we managed to find a stall that sold a variety of different snacks. My mouth waters just looking at the big hot dog, which consists of bread, two sausages, mayonnais

I winked. “With this much deliciousness around me, who could resist?” He chuckled, reaching for the hot dog, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “What’s this?” “My Loaded Chili Hot Dogs, with a special sauce. I also made the sausage myself,” I said, gesturing to the ingredients, trying not to sound too eager. “Keep dazzling me with your sparkling little noggin,” Nathan teased.

Get food. The waitress who approaches our table is young. Pretty. She smiles at me. "What can I get you boys?" She leans forward. Showing cleavage. Before—months ago—I might have flirted back. Might have enjoyed the attention. Now? I barely look at her. "Coffee. Black. And a burger." I hand back the menu without meeting her eyes. She looks disappointed. Turns to Colt. "And you?" "Same." She leaves. I open the mind-link. Include all the warriors in our group.

my brows raised. “Probably,” he snorted. “Az and I went to New York probably, seven or eight years ago. We’d been in meetings all day, I’m pretty sure my stomach was eating itself by the time we headed towards the hotel, and this simple looking street vendor cart caught my eye. It just said ‘Hot Dog’ on the side,” Finn chuckled, his eyes lighting up like he was reliving the moment. “They had their special, and I ordered two, not giving a damn what was on it because I was so hungry.” “That was the best hot dog I’ve ever had. Hands down nothing can compare,” Finn’s cheeks had a slight tinge of pink.

I can't believe he's doing this to me and I can see the concern in his eyes. "Next time, if you're cooking such food, it doesn't require a strong fire, just cook it on medium heat," he reminded. "One more thing, when you're cooking cheese dog or hotdog, you should slightly cut its part so that the inside is cooked," he added. I didn't say a word. My eyes stayed on him while gently rubbing my finger. "Go there and I'll cook for us."

Guess he needs a snack before his dinner date with who-knows-who. He's talking to the phone the entire time, I wonder if he always work on Sundays. Or until midnight, since it's almost 6 now. I bring two of the special jumbo hot dogs since the guy keeps on pitching me how special is the special. It's only 50 cents difference so sure, why not. "Oggy," I call him once I approach him. He's still on the phone, standing in a corner a few feet away from the hot dog stand, perhaps so I won't be able to hear him.

“That’s what you call food? Please tell me you ain’t one of them actresses who starves herself to look like a heroin addict.” “Do I look like I starve myself?” His gaze might’ve lingered on certain curves longer than polite. “No, Hollywood, you look exactly like a woman ought to. Let’s head to town. The Shell station has the best chilidogs I’ve ever tasted.” “Do they have tofu dogs?” Chase’s smile fell. “Oh hell no. You’re not a vegetarian?”