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Man, on Saturday I ate one of those hotdogs those Mexican women sell out of tinfoil pans on Skid Row in L.A.

A big, greasy-bubbled dog made outta who-knows-what, wrapped in greasier bacon, and covered with onions, chili peppers and mustard, ketchup and mayo (the latter two I NEVER like on dogs.) There was probably something else on there too that I cannot remember, and the roll was something heavenly that my NYC ass has never encountered.

I figured I was going to start retching and shitting myself right there on the street within seconds, but it didn't happen. It was really way better than sex or, hell, even a fistfight.

One Four-Star Heart Attack: $2.50

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MmM MmM MmM...SO good! I remember they had those by The Orion sometimes. Of course after an ecstasy filled night I wasn't hungry but the smell was enough to make me feel full. I had one like maybe like a year or two ago. Theyre so addicting, if I drive by one I wont stop. I get so guilty and I can t just have one. But I recently saw the bacon wrapped weeners at the grocery store, just add onions.