Counting, schmounting. It’s so overrated. Counting calories stops as soon as the weekend gets here. Counting steps lasts until the battery dies. Counting beers? I say stop counting at one and proceed ahead.
And don’t even start counting hot dogs. Did you see the news that eating one hot dog can cut your life short by 36 minutes? Yeah, some party poopers did a study about the murderous effects of wieners. And the nerve–they wait til the end of summer to drop that number on you. Man, I’m down a couple of years since June.
We already know you’re not supposed to think about what’s in a hot dog. Put any thought to its ingredients and then it’s like eating something on a dare. I dare you to eat some pig snout, lips, heart, kidney, liver