I had this freaky-ass dream last night where we were both wandering out in the back yard by the garden and I was somehow using a graphics program's "fill" option to color in the soil, then a farmer inexplicably tossed you a bag of shrimp. You then shrieked like a girl, said "cock!", then stopped yourself. You apparently thought the bag of shrimp was a bag of men's wee-wees.Yep, fellas, she's single! Anyhoo, earlier that day at work, I remembered an idea I had for a new food delicacy: donkey dicks. I even had a catchy name that easily lent itself to advertisement: Donkey-Dick-A-Licious.
Yeah, America's new snack treat. By Frito-Lay.
When I told my sister about Donkey-Dick-A-Licious she suggested I sell them door-to-door so it would be Door-To-Door-Donkey-Dick-A-Licious. So helpful, that woman.
For some reason I'm reminded of something from my childhood. When I was little I thought Vienna sausages looked like little penises. It's no wonder I ended up like I did.