Showing posts with label Hot Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hot Dogs. Show all posts

Sunday, July 1, 2012

So, What Should You Eat On The 4th?

Da says we will BBQ something
on the 4th.


So, what will you BBQ Mr. ZeroBear?

Well, there are lots of options.


Shrimp on the Barbie
(good, but not what I want)


Ribs
(ok, but I'm thinking No)


Rutabaga
(Don't be silly)


Burgers
(A big favorite, but nope)

So


What do you want Compadre?



What  this PolyBear wants



is





Hot Dogs!


Tasty little tubular treats



served up fancy


or not



 
If the day is July 4



I Say

 

Go for it



They are a part of our history


Try to have one if you can.



Wednesday, December 28, 2011

More Bowl Game Stuff - MSU Coach Dan Mullen

Note


This report has been edited (in red) to avoid a few simple inadvertant minor meaningless errors that might lead to massive multimillion dollar slander and liabel (SP?) lawsuits that Da honestly could use the money better as his downpayment on my birthday present Gulfstream Jet that I wanted for my birthday which  I actually got a nifty deluxe model nine LED light shiney silver push button activated metal cased screw gasket sealed darkness blaster IV flashlight and book light for and which I use very night after Da turns the lights off so that he can go to sleep while I take over one hundred and fifty percent of house security and booger blasting patrol responsibilities because a certain little PolyBear can get scared of the dark when he doesn't have his flashlight and Da needs his sleep instead of having to hire 57 lawyers from Multi-national Law firm Burns, Chaffs, Scrapes, and BooBoos LLC to fight the threatened lawsuit off so it seemed best to just correct the errors or print some other mumbojumbo so that the lawyers from Burns, Chaffs,  Scrapes and BooBoos, LLC - hereafter referred to as "The Firm" would then go on to some more pofitable verture like sueing somebody's grandmother who only sligtly messed up the giblet gravy and possibly three glasses of iced tea by not adding enough splenda at Christams dinner only and find that her second great grandson who she cut out of the will after he moved to a shinto buddist monistary in the snowy mountains of Asterbijian and now herds sheeps and goats for a living instead of a cushy job he held for seventeen years three days and six hours twenty seven minutes and twelve seconds give or take working the morning mail order desk for his grandfather Carl and Great Grand Uncle Jack in the family car parts wholesale house business on Highway 49 extension just a few miles south of Flora, MS on the Flora 49 highway bypass has sued her for $97,478,327.46 becuase he is having trouble sleeping at night without his potential "after she dies" nest egg inheritance so much so tht he falls asleep while he should be watching the sheeps and goats who then run off and get hung up in a bunch of wild briar bush briars in some gully while the second great grandson sheep and goat herder shinto buddist is snoozing while he shoudl be watching the sheep thereby failing to attain the second level of Shizna and certainly never even remotely approaching the state of Nirvana where he would be at one with the universe while happily at peace with all of the ancients and the thirty seven shinto masters who have come before him at he monistary working silently and failtfully for generation upon generation to teach while following those who came before them as they follow the path of shining illumination up the mountain of challenge on the pathway of question across the plateau of forgiveness into the valley of self evaluation across the stream of doubt, the night of denial and the dawn of brilliant self actualization into the day of oneness where he would immediately becone a monistary big shot and able to siphon money off the books and buy a condo in Snowmass or Aspen and a vacation getaway in Orlando where he would stand on the sidewalk leading up to the ticket booth at DisneyWorld and chime finger cymbals while telling the lost masses how thy too can find the pathway to happiness outside of tater tots and pronto pups which is actually a bowl of hooey because tater tots and pronto pups are great as anybody who has read my blog already knows especially with some rootbeer or chocolate milk.


Glad we got that out of the way. The origial post with corrections in red follows.


Yesterday this blog reported that MSU Coach Dan Mullen (Yea!)


Coaches the BullDog Football games with a whistle.


Yesterday, Coach Mullen was questioned by a
large number of reporters
number of LARGE Reporters about this
unusual game day coaching style.


and denied whistle use during Games.
(in spite of photo proof that may have come
from a non game day practice session and
not actually an actual game day photo)
When questioned further, he insisted that he never uses anything
more than a rather large set of earphones for his IPod
(or possibly an MP3 player).


and when it gets cold, he evidently uses an antique


Sonic Menu.

(possibly something else, as antique Sonic Menus
are highly sought after collectable items,
which are closely guarded by the Sonic Corporation
and not in open distribution as this act would
be in violation of franchise agreements,
etc, etc, bla, bla, bla, ad infinatum)

As soon as I determine his views on Tater Tots


And the never ending controversy on whether to order


Chili Dogs or Corney Dogs, I'll update this report


Dan The Man

Ya Gott'a Love Him!

(MSU Coach Dan is the BullDog on the right.
BullyBullDog, esq. is the BullDog on the left
- we love him, too!)

Additionally,

The MSU "M"


is a Trademarked Logo Of

Mississippi State University


and ZeroBear PolyBear, esq. received no financial reimbursement
or other consideration for it's use.

(although a cheese ball
or some scuppernog ice cream
would have been a kindly thought out and nice treat)

Peace, Love and P-nut-butter Crackers!
ZeroBear PolyBear, esq.
(December/the toward's the end part/2011)

Friday, October 7, 2011

Hoo Doggies!

I has gathered you guys together tonight to sing the praises of
 
 
How could anyone let a week go by without a lovely red tubular slab of nitrate processed beef or pork wrapped up in baked wheat carbohydrate with spicy condiments, tasty vegetables 
 and meat sauce accompaniments?

Yes, we is talking Doggies!

Simple doggies
 
 
Spicy toppings
 
 
Chilled (yummy - extra onions for the PolyBear)

 
Cheesed (you betcha)
 

Qu'ed (I'm falling in love - prolly need a bath after this guy)
 
 
Krauted (Mumzie's Favorite)

 
Junked up (Too much fer me) 
 
 
Dressed to the nines (A Chi-town wonder - is that a kitchen sink under that pepper?)
 


They come in all sizes (Evidently Miz. Martha likes'em lengthy)
 
 
And whatever level of weirdness you can stand (something for everyone)



With Great Variety (Can you run us through the list again, please?)



and exotic Splendor (Today's special is one of each!)

 
And we all has our favorites (How could a few strips of !!! Bacon !!! be wrong?)


Having one for lunch is just like an invitation to a party


But

 
What in the world does some folks think? (Dang Communists)


Ain't them little guys cute? (they needs mustard)


Don't get me started...
(heaven fried up on a stick - double size that order for me, please)


 
This is just wrong/wrong on a whole bunch of levels
(Sorry Mumzie, Da made me post it)

 
I has ordered Da one of these for Christmas delivery.
He needs a hobby to share with his little PolyBear on the weekends.

Oh Da!!

I knows its late, but can we's go to the Sonic for a Footlong With Chili and TaterTots?




Mumzie said it could just be us guys!
Oh, and
Would we bring her back a Chocolate Malt?