Colfax McLiverneck

Cash, four dollars. Keys, one ring. Bend over and cough. Log, one hot.

Hot log? Bad dog!

I’ll have the hot log loaf and a mug of creamed corn to go.

More like Captain’s HOT log.

A hot log a day keeps the rona away

This episode is sponsored by the American Family Association for Podcast Decency and by the Asstopher and Shitelle Cuntingham Foundation.

Mi hot log es su hot log

Roses are red, corn is yellow, my first guest just farted and boy does it smello

If you’re happy and you know it and you lost a hand in an industrial saw accident hand snap your fingers

Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana HOT LOG

It puts the hot log on its skin or else it gets Fox News again

I’ve been dancing with Mr. Brownstone, but I always go home with Mrs. Hot Log

What’s up, Hot Log?

Outrageous!

I’m elastic and you’re adhesive so your malicious invectives rebound off my reflexive husk and affix themselves to your mucilaginous facade.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Shart, and the world laughs at you.

Is this a dagger that I see below me and slightly to the left, back under the table a bit, wielded by a simpering, diminutive orphan?

Absence makes the log grow hotter

Roses are red, hot log is brown; I see by your frown that you’re not down to clown

If you give that frog enough grog, he’ll flog your hot log

What rolls down stairs, is covered with hair, squeezed out by your neighbor’s dog? What’s yuck for a snack, slides right down your back? It’s new Hot Log!

Blammo!

One log two log red log hot log.

A hot log in the fog ruined my jog in Prague.

A hot log in the hand is worth two in the tush.