"Give me liberty, or give me death!" Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775, Richmond, Va.
"Give me a hot dog, or give me death!" Barry Scanlon, Aug. 24, 2021, Chelmsford, Mass.
Sorry if there's any typos. I have to write this blog post quickly. Turns out I may not have much time left on this Earth.
A recent study estimated that eating one hot dog takes 35 minutes off a person's life. Wow. Anyone got a second to check if Joey Chestnut, the hog dog-eating king, is OK? This is serious.
I love hot dogs. While everyone else is devouring steak and hamburgers off a grill, give me a couple of hot dogs, with grilled buns, of course. What, hot dogs aren't healthy cuisine? That's not exactly a news flash.
All I know is I love the taste of a hot dog. Just mustard. No ketchup or relish, thanks. If eating one dog diminishes a life by 35 minutes, than my time on this planet may be coming to a close.
My favorite place to eat hot dogs is Elliot's Famous Hot Dogs on Elliott Street in Lowell. That place has been delighting customers - and apparently sending patrons to an early grave - since the 2,600-square foot building was built in 1971.
My favorite store sold hot dog is from Market Basket. Delicious. Just writing this blog is making me hungry. I can almost see my grill winking at me.
We're living during a pandemic. Our country has never been more divided politically. Bad news abounds.
So what's so wrong about eating a hot dog? Or two hot dogs? Or three? I plan on running later so hopefully I'll sweat out all those ingredients which threaten to curtail my life.
This blog post must end. I'm failing faint. I'm feeling weak. Must have been that hot dog I devoured.
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