I also sell to individual customers but you’re gonna either have to be a pretty good runner to keep up or rather more dexterious so you can cycle next to me. Close passing cars and bike lane parkers get a nice squirt of mustard on the roof
throwing one and landing it in a guy’s coffee cup on his front porch (2500pts)
throwing one and knocking down a beehive at the uninviting grey-tone house that doesn’t subscribe to the daily weiner, the bees attack the homeowner
crossing a multi-lane highway to hit up the dirt park for some sick air brah
Hotdog cart dudes are some of the rare cases of me not absolutely hating petit bourgeoisie. Actual heroes, they should be exempt from all taxes.
Me, an intellectual: Riding my bike beside you and catching weiners in my mouth
I got your piping hot weiner right here, pally
I said, pedaling up beside you on my own weinerbike
