Hot dogger.

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Ex-neighbourette and I were on a train ride to try and search out someone very much like the Wizard of Oz. There were many ballerinas in the car we were riding on and all of them had really great dance magazines. They were forcing me to do some ballerina moves on the moving train but I insisted that I couldn't while the train was jerking around so much.

This expensive looking man on the train sitting near us gave ex-neighbourette and I some exotic beer and lent us some of his ballet magazines. He was pissed when one of the dancers didn't give him his magazine back and left the train.

Then ex-neighbourette took out a hot dog she'd stashed away for the long trip, it was really nasty looking and I asked her where she got it. She said she'd been saving it for a special occasion just like this for about a year. Then I asked if it'd been in the fridge at all or just shoved under the bed or something. She said, "It was in the fridge... most of the time."