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Posted March 17, 2005 at 07:57:00 PM by Bean
After I moved to Indianapolis, but when my things were still in Chicago, a group of guys and I made a road trip north ot collect my belongings. I am not entirely sure who was in on it, but I think the list was: me, JCTMH, Rangoon, Koji, and maybe m1. Anyway, we were heading north and took an exit so we could eat about a million chicken samiches from BK and get some gas. Rangoon decided to buy a snack to gnaw on later down the road. His choice was some kind of pickled, spicey, low-grade meat product. It may or may not have been called "Atomic Dog." There are two funny stories about that thing, which I will regale you with now:
Story # 1:
The "Atomic Dog" was about the size of a bratwurst, red, sealed in some intestine-like casing, immersed in an unknown liquid, and packaged in a clear plastic bag. When Rangoon opened it up, the windows steamed up and we all gagged. To say it had a funky smell would be an understatement of "gaint scrimps" proportions. Not easily convinced to throw out food, Rangoon tried a bit of it despite the smell. He passed it around and I believe everyone had a sample. There was a general consensus that the "Atomic Dog" was the foulest meat-based food product any of us had ever had. Rangoon threw it out the window, but the smell lingered in JCTMH's Jetta for atleast 100 miles.
Koji, being the most nutritionaly-aware of the group, read the "Atomic Dog" ingredients. He was intrigued by the "mechanically seperated chicken parts." He read it outloud and then said "What does that mean, there some rabbits picking it apart?" while twiddling his hands in front like he was pulling stuff apart. "Rabbits?" we all thought? What the hell is this crazy zipper-head talking about? He then followed up by saying "Yea, rabbits... like" and then making machine noises and moving his arms in like a robot. Like a ROBOT. A ROBOT, not a rabbit. Talk about an accent... sheesh. We all ell oh elled in out pants. To this day, JCTMH, who works on robotic devices for a living, can't say the word "robot" without thinking about little rabbits toiling away in the chicken factories.
Chaz (March 18, 2005 at 09:02:29 AM):
nice and naxt
Anonymous (March 18, 2005 at 10:08:26 AM):
bigD (March 18, 2005 at 01:56:22 PM):
trick a track, funny gims!
Chaz (September 14, 2009 at 03:29:48 PM):