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Mar 1, 2016 18:03
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making significantly less money than the majority of people in this thread, probably
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Mar 1, 2016 18:05
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Chinatown posted:making significantly less money than the majority of people in this thread, probably yeah but he gets live paycheck to paycheck with his dumpy wife and her kids just waiting to have a stroke and the sweet release of death the alabama dream
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Mar 1, 2016 18:11
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Daedra posted:yeah but he gets live paycheck to paycheck with his dumpy wife and her kids just waiting to have a stroke and the sweet release of death ROLL TIDE
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Mar 1, 2016 18:11
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That hot dog truck is gonna be here outside my office tomorrow or Thursday heres what Im gonna get this time. 
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Mar 1, 2016 18:13
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In the war of wieners, mine is a hydrogen bomb 
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Mar 1, 2016 18:13
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Chinatown posted:That hot dog truck is gonna be here outside my office tomorrow or Thursday heres what Im gonna get this time. aahh this must be the famous cali salad dawg
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Mar 1, 2016 18:14
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why don't you get a burger or something if you're gonna bury the dog in salads and cheese and poo poo
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Mar 1, 2016 19:25
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the dog is but the canvas
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Mar 1, 2016 19:27
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Artisinal Hot Dog
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Mar 1, 2016 19:30
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mng posted:why don't you get a burger or something if you're gonna bury the dog in salads and cheese and poo poo PILED HIGH
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Mar 1, 2016 20:21
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Boner Zone posted:drat and i was planning on taking the whole family on a trip to doobie's this summer you could say your Christmas was canceled this year
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Mar 1, 2016 23:27
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I hope doob is happy, wherever he is
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Mar 1, 2016 23:43
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reallivedinosaur posted:7-11 is a hot-dog purveyor? Does that really count as a restaurant? They sell more hot snacks in an hour than doobie ever did, so I'm gonna say, yes.
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Mar 2, 2016 00:30
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nothing wrong with a gas station hot dog every now and then AMPM has a pretty drat good condiment bar too.
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Mar 2, 2016 00:31
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Chinatown posted:nothing wrong with a gas station hot dog every now and then
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Mar 2, 2016 00:36
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ArbitraryC posted:I don't really get what people are afraid of, it's not like the hot surface rollers are going to have a bacteria issue and a hotdog is a hotdog. Imo corner stores are basically the new face of fastfood; hot, cheap, bad for you. You go to regular fastfood anymore and you end up paying maybe a buck or two less than a decent local place. 711 taquitos are another matter. Those are perfect if I want to lose a couple pounds real quick.
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Mar 2, 2016 00:37
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Chinatown posted:PILED HIGH
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Mar 2, 2016 00:40
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Chinatown posted:711 taquitos are another matter. Those are perfect if I want to lose a couple pounds real quick. Chicken strips are 160 calories each, 3 for 3.50 and their breakdown is like 5/11/16 f/c/p. If I'm feeling lazy it's surprisingly okay for fast food.
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Mar 2, 2016 00:41
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Anyone had a BK dog? Please report tia.
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Mar 2, 2016 00:46
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ArbitraryC posted:Chicken strips are 160 calories each, 3 for 3.50 and their breakdown is like 5/11/16 f/c/p. If I'm feeling lazy it's surprisingly okay for fast food. what are the stats on a large papa ginos pizza half pineapple half mushroom/onion?
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Mar 2, 2016 00:52
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ShaqDiesel posted:Anyone had a BK dog? Please report tia. http://adequateman.deadspin.com/burger-kings-hot-dogs-are-a-tasteful-middle-finger-to-u-1761969727 1.99 and with a drive-thru. Doobies cheapest dog was over $3 IIRC. Haha.
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Mar 2, 2016 00:53
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Never open the mystery drawer between the hot dog rollers and the bun drawer at a speedway. 
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Mar 2, 2016 02:27
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Boinks posted:Never open the mystery drawer between the hot dog rollers and the bun drawer at a speedway. sage wisdom
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Mar 2, 2016 02:33
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Do u think Doobie ever stuffed Tasha's greedy oval office full of raw hot dogs
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Mar 2, 2016 02:39
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hot dogs come precooked dummy
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Mar 2, 2016 03:12
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Boinks posted:Never open the mystery drawer between the hot dog rollers and the bun drawer at a speedway. what is in it? Also gas station hot dogs are the best ever
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Mar 2, 2016 03:14
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SquadronROE posted:what is in it? marcellus wallace's soul
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Mar 2, 2016 03:21
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ShaqDiesel posted:Anyone had a BK dog? Please report tia. Trip report ib tne King's Cassic dog (ketchup, mustard, relish onion): drat snappy product even if this King location was hosed. No ice in dispenser, junkies frequently die in the restroom, but the homeless loonies left me alone this time to enjoy this grilled cylinder of processed corporate luvmeat on bread. I'd give it a B+
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Mar 2, 2016 04:07
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if / when i ever bother to go to birmingham would you guys like a picture of the dog shack or whatever it eventually becomes...a parking lot?
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Mar 2, 2016 04:08
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Return Of JimmyJars posted:Do u think Doobie ever stuffed Tasha's greedy oval office full of raw hot dogs *clears throat* Doobie stared at the box of unsold dogs slowly thawing on the filthy counter. "Business plum give out today" thought Doob, leaning back in his corner perch and mindlessly fiddling with his balls. Business had given out earlier and earlier these days and the currently observed wieners had undergone the freeze/thaw cycle dozens of times at this point and showed it. Doob's mind for business slowly sputtered alive and settled into a clanky rattle. "Winn Dixie's sale ain't til the weekend" he argued, "I reckon these'll hold." Doobie's eyes turned to the Coke calendar on the refrigerator which was arguing that, even so, it was Monday. "Ah hell" he sighed, letting out a grunt as he arose to make a closer inspection. He started towards the suspect dogs wirh his usual vigor. The dogs still occupied more than half the capacity of the now sopping cardboard container picked up at the aforementioned Winn Dixie the Sunday before last. They were showing noticeable discoloration from freezer burn but nothing Doob hadn't seen, and sold, before. When he leaned in to reorient the box, however, he also noticed the smell. "Hot drat!" squealed Doob, reflexively wrenching back from the obviously spoiled meat. "God dammit" he sighed, now safely downwind. This meant buying hot dogs at regular prices which meant no money to go to Ghost Riders with Tasha Friday night which meant a thoroughly pissed off Tasha. Doobie and Tasha had been hitched for five years now and, while it had its advantages, their age difference could be trying at times - and one of the most trying aspects was keeping up with her party lifestyle. Doob was no slouch, certainly, back in the day but these days he was content with a six of Budweiser and the tv whereas Tasha had to be practically reined in until sundown on the weekends. But he couldn't complain, he and T had it pretty good and Doobie liked to think she kept him young...younger anyhow. Doob went to tossing the decrepit dogs into the dumpster. The bandana he had tied around his nose and mouth to act as a gas mask made it appear as if he was committing the worst heist in history as he made his way out the kitchen door into the parking lot. A white Camry was parked on the far side of the lot with a magnetic door sign reading "Reform Realty...Let's Get Movin'!". Doob wondered whether the buyer or seller was the bigger fool in a Reform, Alabama real estate transaction. Lost in his pondering of this Doob missed the spot where he dumped the fry oil on occasion and went rear end over teacups with a impressive thud. Becoming aware of his fate Doob lay motionless. He quickly became aware of the pain that only a middle aged man has the right balance of physical ability and lack thereof to attain. Also, not having dropped the box in his fall, he quickly became aware of a dozen or so rancid hot dogs trying to violate his various face holes. Doob's revulsion trumped his body's firm desire to remain inert. He rolled onto all fours and managed to squat thrust back to his feet. "gently caress!" yelled Doob, then "gently caress!" again kicking the upended box with all his might. "gently caress!" Once more, now downgraded to a whisper. "Who the gently caress..." Doob started, looking back at the oily patch until he remembered who. With no one or thing left on which to take revenge and a suspicion he might have been concussed Doobie plopped down Indian style in the lot. Doob couldn't help but muse if this hot dog fiasco was in some way an allegory for the shop in general. Tasha had warned him against opening the shop but Doobie, as always, followed his heart instead of his head and, with the help of some Yankee charity agency, established the "Dog House" two years prior. He could hear Tashas mouth, "Yall dont know the first thing about runnin no restaurant, Doob. You gotta good at the sewer plant now why do you wanna mess that up to cook hot dogs?" He looked upon the wreckage and saw that the some of the more frozen dogs had rolled a considerable distance from the landing site. One plucky fellow was almost in reach and Doob rolled on one hip to grab it. "Why hot dogs, Tasha?" Doob thought, still clutching his weiner, "cuz hot dogs are my dream and if you dont like it you can gently caress off. You can go right ahead and gently caress yourself with every drat dog in this..."
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ShaqDiesel posted:"Why hot dogs, Tasha?" Doob thought, still clutching his weiner, "cuz hot dogs are my dream and if you dont like it you can gently caress off. You can go right ahead and gently caress yourself with every drat dog in this..." "... parking lot. Your box is used to rancid meat." Doob felt bad almost immediately. Almost. Tasha wasn't to blame for this... this... The word Doobie wanted was "fiasco," but he didn't know that, because he had no idea what "fiasco" meant. If someone had tapped him on the shoulder as he sat there amid his ruined weiners, and told him that the word he wanted was "fiasco," Doobie would have thought the guy was talking about a foreign moped, like the ones those faggy French - freedom - people were always zipping around on. Doob didn't care much for the French, but he had to admit they had the right idea about smoking; smoke 'em in restaurants; smoke 'em at home; hell, smoke 'em in court, and at funerals. (Author's note: I just assume Doobie smokes like a chimney, or did until his doctor made him quit, because Alabama. Maybe these days he just chews, you know, for his health.) Sighing, Doob heaved his aging southern bulk off the pavement, and set to collecting the hotdogs that were at the heart of this... this... Well, something bad, anyway. Doobie was just plopping the last slimy dog into the dumpster and brushing off his hands when he heard someone approaching from behind. A customer! Well, I'll be. Doobie turned around, cheered up by a job well done, and the prospect of four, maybe five, dollars going into his pocket. Putting on his best, mostly-intact smile, the Doobster turned to greet the customer, but both the words and his burgeoning smile died on his lips. The man in front of him was wearing a crisp, white business shirt, and holding a clipboard. Behind the man was a not-new Chevy Malibu bearing the seal of Pickens County, AL. "Mr. 'Doobie' Wayne Robinson," the man asked, in a manner that Doobie would have called "officious" if Doobie had ever read a goddamn book. "Yeah," Doob drawled cautiously. "My name is Wilbur Kumquat. I'm with the country department of health. May we head inside?" Reluctantly, Doobie led the man into Doobie's Dog House. Passing the dumpster, Doob gave silent thanks to the good Lord above for having him drop that box of rotten dogs just in time to dodge a health inspection. The man upstairs was looking out for him! With that thought, and entering the Dog House, where Doobie was lord and master, Doobie felt his confidence and his cockiness coming back up. "Well, now. What can I do for you Mr. Kumquat," Doobie asked, putting the slightest emphasis on the first syllable, and smirking a bit as he waited for a reply. The man gave no sign of having noticed the slight. "You can take me into your kitchen, Mr. Robinson..." Centripetal Horse fucked around with this message at 05:46 on Mar 2, 2016 |
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Chinatown posted:making significantly less money than the majority of people in this thread, probably in my case this is true i am super rich but more importantly good at golf
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Mar 2, 2016 06:06
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Chinatown posted:That hot dog truck is gonna be here outside my office tomorrow or Thursday heres what Im gonna get this time. this one looks fuckin real good i didnt like that col slaw one
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Mar 2, 2016 06:07
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ArbitraryC posted:I don't really get what people are afraid of, it's not like the hot surface rollers are going to have a bacteria issue and a hotdog is a hotdog. Imo corner stores are basically the new face of fastfood; hot, cheap, bad for you. You go to regular fastfood anymore and you end up paying maybe a buck or two less than a decent local place. AMPM has legit no nonsense snack items for dirt cheap. Except for the fish sandwich they sometimes have. That's where I draw the line.
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Mar 2, 2016 06:32
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32MB OF ESRAM posted:in my case this is true i am super rich but more importantly good at golf i wish i was good at golf. like, im real good at the drinking whiskey and bullshitting with the guys your with part, but the actually hitting the ball acurately im real bad at. I wonder if all the whiskey drinking has anything to do with that.....
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Mar 2, 2016 09:09
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I heard doob shack was built over an ancient burial ground and Doobie ain't Doobie anymore and soon none of us will be us either. C/d?
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Mar 2, 2016 11:14
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King of Bees posted:I heard doob shack was built over an ancient burial ground and Doobie ain't Doobie anymore and soon none of us will be us either. C/d? I'm just fine because I respect the dead. You, on the other hand, are hosed.
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Chinatown posted:That hot dog truck is gonna be here outside my office tomorrow or Thursday heres what Im gonna get this time. Half that poo poo is going to fall off the second you try to eat it, same as the first one.
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