Recursion (1000+ posts) Wed Jul-27-11 02:39 PM
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Darrell Issa stole my ****ing hot dog
Edited on Wed Jul-27-11 02:40 PM by Recursion
This isn't a metaphor for social security or anything. The man stole my ****ing hot dog today. I managed to finagle an invite to a cookout on the Hill, I get a hot dog, I load it up with kraut and the good mustard with the big chunks of mustard seed, and pile some Old Bay on top of that. I set it down for a God damned second to shake hands with Gonzales of Texas, and then Issa steals. My. ****ing. Hotdog.
I was all "Umm... hi Representative Issa, I think that's my hotdog." He just kind of looked blankly through me and kept eating. Gonzales had already moved on to meet somebody else, so no help from there. He walked off and I got back in line. What a putz.
Edit: "Gonzales" only has one "z"
Nice story, DUmbass. There's only a couple of minor problems, though.
There was no Capitol Hill cookout on Wednesday,
27 July. There is one for Thursday,
28 July, for
Delegate Jim LeMunyon if you want to try and fool the rest of the DUmmies with some bullshit story.
Also, I'm pretty sure that any normal American man would spit out any hot dog that had been garnished with Old Bay. I highly doubt Rep Issa was anywhere near you and, if he was, he would have gagged on that hot dog you ruined and handed it back to you followed shortly thereafter finding the nearest cinderblock to remove the taste from his tongue.