"Some hallucinogenic substance must have resided in the coffee I bought from the mean streets of Fairfield because I saw a lady walking her to two sausage dogs and I started to wonder, if I was to ever come up to the and lick them, would they taste like a sausage or a hot dog, or something in between? It seemed like such an important question at the time"
The above is something i facebooked today, I'm not sure why. Below is an image that adds to the hilarity of my candid daydreaming.
It looked more like the one below, without the bun.
It does pose a question how such creature with such short legs and a long body survived? The max this one can do is a light jog (running is out of the question as it will put the body of of motion whack). It looks so odd and so impractical I wonder how they beat the dodos and exist today.
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