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The next few weeks were amazing. I’ve gotta say, as nutty as it sounds, my relationship with the Hot Dog was probably the best relationship I’d ever had. Everything was so easy. I mean, first of all, me and the Hot Dog or “Debbie” as I later started calling it, had so much in common. We both liked laying around, going to ball games, and just generally shooting the shit. All of my other girlfriends seemed so needy in comparison. If I wanted to watch television, Debbie was into that. If I wanted to go to park, Debbie was down. There wasn’t a single thing I could think of that Debbie didn’t want to do. Well, save for go to the butcher, but that had more to do with fidelity issues. Read the rest of this entry »