Cheap eats. Gas station. Special.
Two hot dogs for two bucks, two corn dogs for two bucks. Lunch, four bucks and tax. Woo hoo!
Came with requisite condiment packages.
The TMI section. Ever since The Mouse was small-kid, hot dogs caused him to get gas. Digestion process still holds true. Hee hee.
To counterbalance lunch, dinner was simple.
Seasoned with black salt and pepper. The celery, possibly the black salt, and maybe even the carrot provided more fuel for gas production. Hee hee. The Cat threatened to use a cork. Wait wha?!
Enjoy. Eat well.