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- 19 de Abr, 2022
It's 9:48 AM right now, so I don't know if it may sound ketchup-pilled.
Through out my teenage years and now, I have struggled with eating hotdogs. Why? Because they are phallic-shaped and I am scared people will call me gay. I cannot envision myself eating something that looks like a penis, because the act would make me look fruity. And because I consider myself too heterosexual and based, I think I would not be able to maintain a gay relationship with a sausage. Either that or I fear the hotdog would lose interest in me because a lot of them are inanimate objects o algo.
I've always rejected hotdogs. Yes, I am indeed hotdog-phobic, unlike you sausage-loving libtards. I had a handful of brown street vendors try serve me free hotdogs, but I've rejected or ignored all of their offers. One of hotdogs was very plump, she was all-beef. I established communications with her for a few days, her juicy casing made me emberassed and she confessed she was obsessively boiling to the thought of me. This tension made me uncomfortable, and I threw her into the trash not only because she was a sausage. But also the fact I am planning to only eat heterosexual foods and I was scared to eat something that resembled a dick, and by that I had to raise children who wouldn't have to live with the fact that their father ate a hotdog. I cannot have children who enjoy eating hotdogs, I would never wish that on my sons.
Even in another instance when it was just a set of hotdog buns, she was sausage-less at that time but she told me she would rather have many sausages in betwixt her light wheaty bosoms before I can eat her. I was telling her a story on how I choked a hotdog out, joking about I "effectively ate it". And she then said "Can you please do that to me?". We were alone, there was no punchline, I knew she wanted to be eaten, but she wanted to be eaten alongside a hotdog sausage, that's the problem.
Perhaps I think hotdogs are too sacred. But then we wouldn't condemn racism, nick rikeita, ralph or other SNCA o algo. Or I'm a massive hotdog-phobic bun-sexual that deserves to eat relish out of the bottle.
Through out my teenage years and now, I have struggled with eating hotdogs. Why? Because they are phallic-shaped and I am scared people will call me gay. I cannot envision myself eating something that looks like a penis, because the act would make me look fruity. And because I consider myself too heterosexual and based, I think I would not be able to maintain a gay relationship with a sausage. Either that or I fear the hotdog would lose interest in me because a lot of them are inanimate objects o algo.
I've always rejected hotdogs. Yes, I am indeed hotdog-phobic, unlike you sausage-loving libtards. I had a handful of brown street vendors try serve me free hotdogs, but I've rejected or ignored all of their offers. One of hotdogs was very plump, she was all-beef. I established communications with her for a few days, her juicy casing made me emberassed and she confessed she was obsessively boiling to the thought of me. This tension made me uncomfortable, and I threw her into the trash not only because she was a sausage. But also the fact I am planning to only eat heterosexual foods and I was scared to eat something that resembled a dick, and by that I had to raise children who wouldn't have to live with the fact that their father ate a hotdog. I cannot have children who enjoy eating hotdogs, I would never wish that on my sons.
Even in another instance when it was just a set of hotdog buns, she was sausage-less at that time but she told me she would rather have many sausages in betwixt her light wheaty bosoms before I can eat her. I was telling her a story on how I choked a hotdog out, joking about I "effectively ate it". And she then said "Can you please do that to me?". We were alone, there was no punchline, I knew she wanted to be eaten, but she wanted to be eaten alongside a hotdog sausage, that's the problem.
Perhaps I think hotdogs are too sacred. But then we wouldn't condemn racism, nick rikeita, ralph or other SNCA o algo. Or I'm a massive hotdog-phobic bun-sexual that deserves to eat relish out of the bottle.
