Obviously this is a post about food.
Corn dogs to be exact.
Now, I do not like corn dogs at all. But this isn't a story about me. It's about my dear friend..... Helga.
Helga was walking through the Cross Roads one day
munching on a corn dog. (By munching I mean devouring. In her own words: "There is no graceful way to eat a corn dog.") As she is eating this deep fried heart attack on a stick she sees, to her embarrassment, a boy that she really really likes named Arnold.
To the best of my knowledge Arnold didn't say anything about her half eaten corn dog thrust in her mouth. But Helga was thoroughly embarrassed.
Love you dear! Hope you enjoyed your lunch.