Finally, for the first time in my life, I tried a corndog. I don't know why. I was at 7-11 and I was hungry and depressed, so I was going to get a hot dog, and on a whim I went with a corndog. I had a bite. Then I put some mustard on it and had another two bites. Then I offered the rest to Brody.
Sometimes, there is a razor-thin line between delicious and disgusting. Corndogs are balanced precariously right on that line and I don't know on which side they'll fall for me.