Germany is for Big Wiener Lovers.

Have you ever wanted something so bad, that you could taste it? You've set your little heart on it, and then bam, it's not really an option. Well life decided to knock me on the ass today. I got to work and I was fine. Hungry, because I had skipped lunch, but I thought to myself..."I want orange chicken today. That sounds absolutely divine. I'll go to Panda Express for dinner." My day progresses and my tummy is talking, almost to the point of conversation. Time for my break, time for dinner, and time for "Oh my God, Panda Express is closed!" I had my heart set on Chinese food, and now they are remodeling? You've got to be kidding me? I can really care less if the place looks like a tornado has run through and destroyed the place, as long as I get some awesome fried rice and orange chicken, I'll be just fine. But no, they have to go and better themselves and make their restaurant look all pretty. Come February they better have the best Orange Chicken this side of Australia. (waves to Mia.)

Anyway, I always love meeting tourists. They are so fun and really nice, almost too nice. It makes me wonder why Americans are so rude. But anyway, I met this chick today who was from Germany, who was absolutely a riot. I'm making her friend or whoever she was a hotdog. And she in the most exciting way possible in her cute German accent screams, "In Germany we call those WIENERS." (Yes I must emphasize wiener, I wouldn't be telling this story right if I didn't.) "But our WIENERS are much bigger than your American WIENERS. In Germany we have big WIENERS." As she motions with her hand, showing me that their wieners are like a foot long. Damn those are some big wieners. It was all I could do not to bust out laughing, afterall she was doing such a good job keeping a straight face. Why does my mind jump straight into the gutter in times like these? That's right, it never leaves. Gist of the story, go to Germany, they have big WIENERS.

Now this is a wiener!