“A penis in a hot dog bun,” Lula said. “That’s sick. Did it fill the whole bun?” “Yes.” “That’s a good-size penis. What about condiments?” “There weren’t any.” “Hunh,” Lula said. “Everybody knows it’s all about the condiments. Who wants to eat a naked penis? If I’d been on the sandwich station that penis would have had mustard and relish on it, at the very least. Or it could have been a chili dog penis. Mustard and chili and chopped onion. That’s the way to serve a penis.” Connie and I exchanged glances. We didn’t know where to go with this. “Um, it’s a penis,” I finally said. “All the same,”
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