Question to ponder (the next one)

Why don't hotdogs grow on trees?

Because life

लिखा द्वारा Mr Tyler, 24.07.2016 at 23:23

My mom said that you are lying. answer truthfully

Technically yes because the pig eats apples and apples grow on trees so hot dogs grow on trees

This is the 14th question to ponder

लिखा द्वारा Lukyan, 25.07.2016 at 00:24

Excellent question Goglia Chromosome. When I was a boy, my parents always used to throw a massive family party on the 4th of July. My dad would take out his old grill and make some delicious hot dogs. Every time I took a bite out of one my father's wieners, I would stop eating it. Although it was extremely delicious, I simply couldn't bring myself to eat such a moist and beautiful creation. Thus began my extreme interest in hot dogs and other famous American staple meals. So, after each family gathering, I would search the garbage cans to see if I could find any hot dogs in order to bring the back to my room and study them. I would examine how they decayed and conduct experiments using them. As time time went on, my collection grew greater. I had hundreds of hot dogs cluttered around my room. My room smelt of moldy wieners, and I loved it. Sometimes I would rub them on my face and body because the feeling was just so... majestic. Anyway, I soon was hit by a wave of hormonal changes. My testosterone increased and the experiments I conducted with the hot dogs became more intimate. One day, my mother caught me in the midst of what I like to call my "Saucy Sausage Time". She was absolutely repulsed. "Get that out of there!" She said. But I refused. "The show must go on mom" I replied. And it did. I went harder and harder until finally, my mother pulled the hot dog away from me. She then hopped on top of me and started beating me. She was furious. She screamed so loud and hit so hard. After an hour of her relentless attack, she got off me and ran away, never to return again. So there I lay, bloodied and disgusted with myself. I then saw the hot dog I had used in my "Saucy Sausage Time". "You did this!" I yelled at it. I leaped onto the wiener and begin tearing it to pieces. I left nothing of that wiener which had brought an end to my mother's love for me. This marked the start of my brutal rampage against hot dogs. I set my room ablaze, burning hundreds of those bastards. I then searched every corner of my house, destroying any hot dogs I could find. As I continued my attack, my desire for blood grew greater. I soon began to attack the hamburgers, the pizzas, the cookies, and then came the breads and so forth. My rampage continued until no food product remained in my household. It was a glorious day, the hot dog had been eliminated. You see Goglia, such a food that could bring about the end of a mother's undying love for her child could have only been forged by Satan himself. I began to research the origins of those damned, hideous creatures. This is what I found: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NzUm7UEEIY. Hot dogs are the product of Satan's pureed sperm. This, my friend, is why hot dogs do not grow on trees.

too long, didn't fucking read

लिखा द्वारा Lukyan, 26.07.2016 at 11:53

लिखा द्वारा Al Fappino, 26.07.2016 at 10:33

लिखा द्वारा Lukyan, 25.07.2016 at 00:24

Excellent question Goglia Chromosome. When I was a boy, my parents always used to throw a massive family party on the 4th of July. My dad would take out his old grill and make some delicious hot dogs. Every time I took a bite out of one my father's wieners, I would stop eating it. Although it was extremely delicious, I simply couldn't bring myself to eat such a moist and beautiful creation. Thus began my extreme interest in hot dogs and other famous American staple meals. So, after each family gathering, I would search the garbage cans to see if I could find any hot dogs in order to bring the back to my room and study them. I would examine how they decayed and conduct experiments using them. As time time went on, my collection grew greater. I had hundreds of hot dogs cluttered around my room. My room smelt of moldy wieners, and I loved it. Sometimes I would rub them on my face and body because the feeling was just so... majestic. Anyway, I soon was hit by a wave of hormonal changes. My testosterone increased and the experiments I conducted with the hot dogs became more intimate. One day, my mother caught me in the midst of what I like to call my "Saucy Sausage Time". She was absolutely repulsed. "Get that out of there!" She said. But I refused. "The show must go on mom" I replied. And it did. I went harder and harder until finally, my mother pulled the hot dog away from me. She then hopped on top of me and started beating me. She was furious. She screamed so loud and hit so hard. After an hour of her relentless attack, she got off me and ran away, never to return again. So there I lay, bloodied and disgusted with myself. I then saw the hot dog I had used in my "Saucy Sausage Time". "You did this!" I yelled at it. I leaped onto the wiener and begin tearing it to pieces. I left nothing of that wiener which had brought an end to my mother's love for me. This marked the start of my brutal rampage against hot dogs. I set my room ablaze, burning hundreds of those bastards. I then searched every corner of my house, destroying any hot dogs I could find. As I continued my attack, my desire for blood grew greater. I soon began to attack the hamburgers, the pizzas, the cookies, and then came the breads and so forth. My rampage continued until no food product remained in my household. It was a glorious day, the hot dog had been eliminated. You see Goglia, such a food that could bring about the end of a mother's undying love for her child could have only been forged by Satan himself. I began to research the origins of those damned, hideous creatures. This is what I found: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NzUm7UEEIY. Hot dogs are the product of Satan's pureed sperm. This, my friend, is why hot dogs do not grow on trees.

too long, didn't fucking read

You should read it.

Can't believe you had time to write all of that.
I read it and thats the funniest story ive ever heard lol

लिखा द्वारा OCD Angel, 28.07.2016 at 08:32

लिखा द्वारा Lukyan, 26.07.2016 at 11:53

लिखा द्वारा Al Fappino, 26.07.2016 at 10:33

लिखा द्वारा Lukyan, 25.07.2016 at 00:24

Excellent question Goglia Chromosome. When I was a boy, my parents always used to throw a massive family party on the 4th of July. My dad would take out his old grill and make some delicious hot dogs. Every time I took a bite out of one my father's wieners, I would stop eating it. Although it was extremely delicious, I simply couldn't bring myself to eat such a moist and beautiful creation. Thus began my extreme interest in hot dogs and other famous American staple meals. So, after each family gathering, I would search the garbage cans to see if I could find any hot dogs in order to bring the back to my room and study them. I would examine how they decayed and conduct experiments using them. As time time went on, my collection grew greater. I had hundreds of hot dogs cluttered around my room. My room smelt of moldy wieners, and I loved it. Sometimes I would rub them on my face and body because the feeling was just so... majestic. Anyway, I soon was hit by a wave of hormonal changes. My testosterone increased and the experiments I conducted with the hot dogs became more intimate. One day, my mother caught me in the midst of what I like to call my "Saucy Sausage Time". She was absolutely repulsed. "Get that out of there!" She said. But I refused. "The show must go on mom" I replied. And it did. I went harder and harder until finally, my mother pulled the hot dog away from me. She then hopped on top of me and started beating me. She was furious. She screamed so loud and hit so hard. After an hour of her relentless attack, she got off me and ran away, never to return again. So there I lay, bloodied and disgusted with myself. I then saw the hot dog I had used in my "Saucy Sausage Time". "You did this!" I yelled at it. I leaped onto the wiener and begin tearing it to pieces. I left nothing of that wiener which had brought an end to my mother's love for me. This marked the start of my brutal rampage against hot dogs. I set my room ablaze, burning hundreds of those bastards. I then searched every corner of my house, destroying any hot dogs I could find. As I continued my attack, my desire for blood grew greater. I soon began to attack the hamburgers, the pizzas, the cookies, and then came the breads and so forth. My rampage continued until no food product remained in my household. It was a glorious day, the hot dog had been eliminated. You see Goglia, such a food that could bring about the end of a mother's undying love for her child could have only been forged by Satan himself. I began to research the origins of those damned, hideous creatures. This is what I found: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NzUm7UEEIY. Hot dogs are the product of Satan's pureed sperm. This, my friend, is why hot dogs do not grow on trees.

too long, didn't fucking read

You should read it.

Can't believe you had time to write all of that.
I read it and thats the funniest story ive ever heard lol

Weirdest*