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I must take part of the blame for the lack of corn dog on HTH's vacation. I am the one who called him up on the phone from Orlando and said, "Hey, the airports might be closing soon, so you better get to the airport now and see if you can get an early flight." He took my advice, and spent 9 plus hour at LAX that he could have been spending in DL. Sorry, man.
By the way, I once wrote a song about corn dogs because I used to love them so much. I don't eat a lot of deep fried stuff these days, but corn dogs do bring back lotsa memories. Anyhow, the song (composed when I was about six or seven) went something like this:
Corny corny corn dog, jumping down the stairs
Corny corny corn dog, you're the answer to my prayers
Those were the only lyrics, repeated endlessly as I bounced around flailing my arms.
Hmmm, now I want a corn dog.
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