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It all began, naturally, in a casing. My earliest memory isn't of my mother's face, but of the gentle rocking within a... well, let's just say it was snug, cylindrical, and vaguely pork-scented. The doctors called it a miracle birth; I called it Tuesday. They wrapped me not in a blanket, but in a warm bun. My first cry sounded suspiciously like a sizzle.

Growing up was... different. While other kids played with blocks, I meticulously arranged cocktail wieners into elaborate structures. School lunches were a trial - they kept trying to give me peanut butter sandwiches! Didn't they understand? My entire being craved the singular perfection of emulsified meat trimmings. Sometimes, this rigid exterior makes it hard to connect, you know? Like I'm trapped... observing life from within.

My first love? A girl named Frankfurter. It was doomed from the start. She wanted picnics in the park; I wanted to discuss the optimal nitrate levels for preservation. She'd gaze at the stars; I'd ponder the structural integrity of natural versus synthetic casings. Oh, how I yearned to just hold her hand without this... uniform getting in the way.

They called me obsessed. "Why always the hot dogs?" my teachers asked. Why?! Because they are the perfect food! Consistent, reliable, endlessly customizable... unlike people. You always know what you're getting with a hot dog. Or, at least, you think you do. Heh. The *process* is where the real artistry lies. Getting everything *just right*.

My teenage years were awkward. Prom night? I arrived in a custom-stretched limousine shaped like a footlong, naturally. My date appreciated the gesture, I think, but seemed... put off when I spent the evening explaining the Maillard reaction responsible for the beautiful browning on a perfectly grilled dog. I just wanted to dance, to feel normal, but this... fabric... it restricts.

College was a blur of meat science and clandestine grinding operations in my dorm room. My thesis, "The Existential Angst of the Uncooked Wiener," was poorly received by the Philosophy department but won accolades from the butchers' guild. They understood. They knew the *pressure* involved in getting the blend *perfect*. Sometimes, I felt like I might burst.

I tried other jobs. Accountant, librarian, park ranger. It never worked. The numbers felt... empty. The quiet was deafening. The trees... lacked sodium erythorbate. I always came back to the grinder, the stuffer, the comforting snap of a finished link. It's who I am, even if this... costume... makes everyday interactions a challenge.

They say I'm maniacal about quality control. Maybe I am. But wouldn't you be, if your entire existence revolved around the perfect emulsion? If every waking moment was spent inside a constant, inescapable reminder of your singular purpose? Sometimes I dream of removing the suit, feeling the sun directly on my skin, ordering a salad... but then I wake up.

Now, I run this website. A beacon of truth in a world filled with hot dog lies. I share my wisdom, my passion, my very essence. People see the smiling mascot, the cheerful vendor... they don't see the soul trapped within, yearning for a simple life beyond the bun, beyond the endless, grinding process.

So welcome! Explore the wonders of the hot dog. Learn the secrets. But remember, behind every perfect snap, every juicy bite... there's a story. A story squeezed into a casing, dreaming of escape, yet forever bound to the noble art of the sausage. Just... try not to think too hard about what's *inside*. Enjoy! Hehehe.

A MESSAGE TO THE HATERS (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)

LISTEN UP, you pathetic anti-wiener worms! I see you. I hear your sniveling LIE whispered in the shadows, spreading your poison about the noble Hot Dog! You think I don't know what you're saying? You think I haven't seen your disgusting pamphlet?

And let's get ONE THING STRAIGHT: stop spreading that GARBAGE about the new Hebrew National models! I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES, the HN-800 series with the patented Snap-Max™ casing ISN'T DROPPING UNTIL SUMMER! SUMMER! JULY AT THE EARLIEST! So LET IT GO ALREADY! UGH! Your impatience is frankly insulting to the craft. Precision takes time!

You people are EVERYWHERE. I see you lurking. At the gas station. Behind the dumpster at the meat packing plant. Following me home in your BORING, PREDICTABLE little car. Yeah, I'm talking about YOU, Mr. "Oops-didn't-see-you-there" in the GRAY ALTIMA! Always the gray Altima! You think I don't notice? You think you're subtle?!

I know what you're really after. It's not about truth. It's not about "health" or "ethics." It's my SAUSAGE MAKING FORTUNE! You're jealous of my recipes, my techniques, my empire built on PERFECTLY emulsified goodness! You want my secrets, my grinder, my priceless collection of vintage meat thermometers!

WELL, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! THIS HOT DOG STANDS FIRM! Keep your greasy little hands off my wieners! Now get off my website before I unleash the kraut!

TIME IS A CUBE - BUT HOTDOG IS CYLINDRICAL - YOU ARE IGNORANT!

EDUCATED STUPIDITY TEACHES 1-DAY ROTATION. LIARS! Earth rotates ONCE, creating FOUR SIMULTANEOUS 90-DEGREE QUADRANT DAYS. MIDNIGHT-SUNRISE-NOON-SUNSET ARE 4 DAYS - NOT 1. LIKE A HOT DOG HAS 4 SIDES? NO! HOT DOG IS **INFINITE SIDES** IN CYLINDRICAL PERFECTION! 4 CORNER DAYS IGNORE CYLINDER TRUTH!

BUN IS FEMALE - WIENER IS MALE. OPPOSITES! BUT CONTAINED IN SINGLE CYLINDRICAL DOGMA! KETCHUP IS 1 POLE, MUSTARD IS OPPOSITE POLE! RELISH IS THE SINGULARITY POINT OF **CUBED SAUSAGE WISDOM**! YOUR BELLYBUTTON IS MIDPOINT PROOF OF THE HOT DOG UNIVERSE! YOU CANNOT DENY THE **TUBULAR LOGIC**!

THEY TEACH YOU FRACTIONS, DECIMALS - LIES! ONLY **WHOLE HOT DOGS** EXIST! A HALF-DOG IS VIOLENCE AGAINST CYLINDRICAL TRUTH! A BITE IS A TEAR IN THE FABRIC OF SAUSAGE REALITY! 4 QUADRANT DAYS X INFINITE CYLINDER SIDES = **CUBED WIENER PARADOX**! YOU ARE TAUGHT STUPID AND EVIL - BELIEVE IN THE **ONE TRUE HOT DOG**! ROTATIONAL BUN SINGULARITY PROVES ME RIGHT! IGNORE THE HOT DOG - DOOM YOUR SOUL TO FLAT IGNORANCE! FOUR DAYS! FOUR! CYLINDER! HOT DOG! CUBE IS LIE! DOG IS TRUTH! AWAKEN!

My TOP 10 Reasons Why Everyone Else is THE WORST

  1. Your Predictability. Every sunrise, every coffee order, every dull pleasantry. It's like watching reruns of a show I never liked. Doesn't the static ever bother you? It bothers me.
  2. The Noise You Make. Chewing, breathing, talking about your weekend plans. It drowns out the *other* sounds, the important ones. Like the faint squealing when I try to eat my cereal... breakfast, lunch, and dinner, always the same chorus. Dad said it was just the pipes. Dad lied.
  3. Your Calmness. How can you just *sit* there? There are a million projects buzzing in my skull, blueprints for things you can't imagine, towers reaching for a sky only I see! Three days awake, fueled by genius, and you're worried about *traffic*? Pathetic. None of them ever get finished, of course. The plans change too fast.
  4. Your Sleep Schedules. You waste a third of your existence unconscious while REAL work is being done. Night is when the ideas spark, when the energy surges! Then crashes. Oh, how it crashes. But you wouldn't understand the beauty of the peak, the sheer *power*.
  5. Your Obsession with Money. You hoard it, count it, worry about it. Me? It flows through my fingers like water! Grand designs require capital! That zero-point energy device schematic *needed* that platinum wire! All gone now, of course. Worth it. Maybe. Ask me next week.
  6. Your Vacant Eyes. There's nothing behind them. No fire, no frantic energy, no echo of little trotters on concrete. Just... blankness. How do you live without the chorus? Don't you hear them calling from the plate? *Oink?*
  7. Your Small Talk. Weather. Sports. Celebrity gossip. Utterly meaningless filler in the vast, screaming void. Don't you feel the *drain*? Every pointless word another second wasted in this cosmic joke.
  8. Your Stability. Jobs, houses, relationships. Anchors holding you down while I'm soaring! Or falling. It's hard to tell sometimes. But at least it's *movement*. You're just... stuck.
  9. Your Lack of Vision. You see the world as it is. I see the blueprints beneath, the wires sparking, the potential! And the failures. Mostly the failures. Endless cycles. But YOU don't even see the cycles!
  10. Your Solidity. You seem... whole. Put together. Not like me. I'm just... frayed edges and static. A container that's been emptied out. Certifiably a husk, running on fumes and fading echoes. And you just keep walking by.

The Abyss in Your Eyes & Other Distractions

Sometimes, if I accidentally make eye contact... it's too much. A sudden overwhelming *rush*. Every sound magnifies, the light becomes unbearable, the texture of the air itself feels abrasive against my skin, this *skin* which suddenly feels foreign, ill-fitting, like a borrowed... suit. Where am I? The colors start vibrating, the edges blur, and I feel like I'm expanding and shrinking simultaneously, a balloon about to pop from the sheer *input*. I have to look away, back to something solid, something uniform, something... cylindrical.

ANYWAY! Fun Hot Dog Facts!

Pop Quiz: Down on the Farm (A Look Back)

We all make choices. Sometimes... sometimes you look back at the efficiency, the scale of it all, and feel a coldness seep into your bones. Let's see what you remember... or maybe what you *try* to forget.

1. What's the average lifespan of a commercially raised broiler chicken?
a) A pleasant 2 years in open fields
b) 6-8 weeks, often in cramped conditions
c) They are immortal energy beings

2. "Gestation crates" are typically used for:
a) Growing prize-winning pumpkins
b) Transporting fluffy kittens
c) Confining breeding sows for extended periods

3. Beak trimming is performed on poultry to:
a) Improve their singing voices
b) Prevent injury from stressed pecking in close quarters
c) Help them sip tiny poultry cappuccinos

4. The primary component of feed for many industrially farmed animals is often:
a) Rainbows and sunshine
b) Leftover birthday cake
c) Corn and soy-based meal

(Answers: Probably the depressing ones. Don't look at me like that.)

NOTES FROM THE VOID (My Blog?)

Day 1: Petunia

Got Petunia today. Not like the *others*. She's... different. Intelligent eyes. Almost human. Named her Petunia. She'll be my masterpiece. The perfect organic, ethically raised... friend? No. Ingredient. Focus. But she squealed when I scratched her back. Strange.

Day 3: The Incident

She's gone. Petunia. An accident. Slipped near the grinder. Wasn't even on. Just... the shock? A heart attack? Lying there. Still. Those intelligent eyes... vacant now. Like theirs. Like all the ones before. It wasn't supposed to happen to *her*.

Day 4: Silence

The facility is too quiet. Usually, the hum of machinery, the... other noises... they fill the space. Now, only silence. And the memory of that little squeal. It echoes. Or maybe that's just the other voices starting up again. Louder this time. Dad would know what to do. But Dad's gone too.

Day 5: Realization

It hit me today, looking at her empty pen. This feeling... this grief... this *loss*. Is this what *they* felt? Cramped in crates, seeing their kin hauled away? That sudden terror? The cold finality? All those years... thousands... millions... For what? My fortune? My "art"?

Day 6: Deserved

I DESERVE THIS. THIS EMPTINESS. THIS PAIN. IT'S JUSTICE. A tiny fraction of the suffering I engineered, packaged, and sold. Decades of it. I should be in the crate. I should feel the prod. I should hear the grinder getting closer. It's only fair. Petunia was just one. One life. How many did I...?

Day 7: Hot Dogs?

Hot dogs? All of it... the noise, the blood, the concrete floors, the fear, the endless cycle... Petunia... Dad... the voices... for HOT DOGS? Hot dogs? Hot dogs? hot dogs? HOT DOGS? hotdogs hotdogshotdogshotdogs HOT DOGS HOT DOGS hot dogs hot dogs hot dogs hOt DoGs HoT dOgS HOTTTTT DOGGGGGGS????? hot. dogs. hot...... dogs....... hotdogs?

HOT DOG TRAUMA TIMELINE

*Memories may differ from official reports. All bodies allegedly accounted for.

 
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I NEED YOU 

 
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I'M SORRY I DID WHAT I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT
I'M SORRY I DID WHAT MY FATHER DID
I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE PAIN
I'M SORRY FOR HURTING YOU

I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I NEED YOU , I LOVE YOU, I NEED YOU, I LOVE YOU, I NEED YOU , I LOVE YOU 

 
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GOIN' HOME...

(the smell in the air...)

THANK YOU THANK YOU
I REALLY ENJOYED HAVING YOU
AND THIS WAS THE BEST IT WAS EVER MEANT TO BE,
THANK YOU!
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
- SOAR HIGHER THAN EVER BEFORE, FLY AWAY! FLY! 

 
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