Dear Friends,

I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner
That is what I truely want to be
For if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner
Everyone would be in love with me....

I am glad I'm not an Oscar Meyer Weiner
That is what I NEVER want to be
Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner
Everybody would try to eat me....

----------------------------------------

Two kids...Two completely differant opinions of the same long, tasty item. Who is right? I mean is it better to be a Weiner or not? On one hand everyone wants you but, on the other hand the price to pay for popularity is being eaten! That itself brings up a good point. What if people couldn't eat you anymore. What if you were just not offering yourself up for mutilation? Would everyone want you anymore? Would they praise you with songs? Would they know that your cousin (bologna) has a first name? And if that's not enough would they go through the trouble of spelling it out? Or would they give up on you and visit a Ballpark instead? How quickly would someone change their attitude about your hotdoggity goodness just because you didn't comply with their every desire? Would they respect the fact that you don't want to be eaten. That you just want to stay in the package with your brothers and relax with the lunchmeat. Getting a tan off the flouresent light. Cruising the dairy section to pick up some chicks. Poking fun at the overweight folk from the Little Debbie section. Hanging out with your buddies from the frozen foods.

Boy, those guys are crazy...

Crazy?

I was crazy once....they locked me in a room...I lived there...I died there....they buried me in the ground...worms live in the ground..

Worms?

I hate worms...they make me crazy...

Crazy?

I was crazy once....


:o)

I love you Weiners...

Anthony Doria