Ya I’m guilty of the same. I should go….for furry and phallic-sake.

Drivers wanted.
o/` Zoom, zoom, zoom! o/`

I second Superdawg, and not just ’cause of the creepy 8′ tall hotdog with red eyes on their roof. With a bike trail right next door, you can instantly negate all healthfull exercise.

Obituary
Joe Smith died today after consuming a Wisconsin Cheese Skillet, A triple-cheese and onion patty melt, and a Burger King Enormous Omelet in rapid succession. His last words were said to be, “Pass the fries, would you?” In lieu of burial, the deceased will be rendered in his own grease and used to fuel a biodiesel Volkswagon van.

… did I say stomach? I meant arterial system. It’d migrate immediately upon ingestion.

At least you’d die with a smile on your face and a pound of red meat and lactose in your stomach.

Well, the “stained glass” I think was actually plastic, but it looked pretty darned good. Continuing the motif were painting scattered about like Blue Boy painted in the original style (sorta) with the Wolfy’s sign looming in the background, and the Mona Lisa holding a ketchup bottle. I really should have gotten pictures of those, but I just noticed them as we were on our way out.

Medic!