Lunar Weiners?

[Notepad]

Why are there no hot dogs on the moon? I mean: WHY!?!

I would gladly go to the moon, if they had a nice hot dog vendor there. Who wants to go like 32 million miles or whatever it is and have to eat tubed space food the whole trip? Not me! I want a nice kosher hot dog when I get there! With extra ketchup! And a sesame seed bun!

I'll bet the best they ever have up there are those crappy jerky-like sticks that are overcooked like they have at 7-Eleven. *yuck* At least have those Japanese vending machine dogs! Pah-leeze!

Yes, its one of those paradox things. There are no hot dogs on the moon because no people are there. But if there are no hot dogs, why would people go there? Its kind of like that age old question: Who laid the other out their butt first, the chicken or the potato? The hot dog thing is just like it, only more profound.

Perhaps we should cease our peace negotiations with the moon rocks. Perhaps it would be better to just bomb the living hell out of it with every nuke we have! Yes, perhaps, indeed...

-Notepad out
Building one of those "if you put all the cans Americans throw away in a stack end-to-end, you'd stretch to the moon five times over" ladders to the moon. Now, if only I could find some more dumpsters to dive in.

 

[Chaos Turtle]

Say, you didn't by any chance happen to do a whole buncha drugs didja?

 

[DÛke]

Either that or he's wasted. I'm not the only who noticed the bizzare quality of the posts?

 

[jorael]

No, you're not the only one....

 

[Notepad]

The nuclear program is in order. No wastedness. No over-hot doggness. Just...hunger.

Oh, we needs out hot dogs! I speak on behalf of us all! NUKE THE MOON!!!

 

[Oversoul]

There's no sauerkraut on the moon either...

 

[Notepad]

None? At all? As in, Charlie Manson could escape from death row and go THERE and be safe in the confines of a pastrami-safe zone? (How does cheese made from the meats of a deer fit into this?!?) Hmmm...

Sounds like we must take drastic measures! Someone, dig us up the JANET RENO!

 

[Nightstalkers]

Why can't the moon be made of ranch dressing? I mean, it is white... It's not like anyones verified that it is made out of cheese or not.


And I don't see anyone spending millions of dollars to see if there is life on Pluto. There could be life in pluto... Like, pale faced aliens picking up our TV broadcasts for their own amusement.

 

[Notepad]

Silly! Pluto is known to be a dog. Those Disney films aren't just KKK training films, after all! They also hold instructional value in the fields of science, knitting, and underwater Harrison Ford impersonation. Duh!

We've been shown time and time again, that since Pluto shacks up with that man tramp, Mickey, well, let's just say Pluto picked up more than his share of crabs...and other infestations. There IS life on Pluto. Just what kind of alien critter, who knows?

Are you kidding about the moon and ranch dressing? Seriously, you must me. Perhaps Mars' moons. We know for a solid fact that Mars is made of Pizza! As such, it is only natural Io or that other moon are the ranch dressing. Or maybe, marinara sauce. Or, liquid chocolate laced with titanium shavings.

Either way, the moon is more certainly not ranch dressing! It is not cheese either, and I'm glad those movies I sent to your house worked. (On a side note, ain't Independece Day the greatest love story/chick flick/heartwarming "live your dreams" documentary ever made? Plus, it teaches a valuable lesson about Chaos Theory and overpriced supermodels.) I do not know why you asked for Independence Day, but at least we both learned a lesson from it. Sorry the jacket for the tape was missing. It was cold outside and I needed food. Brent Spiner's picture on the back looked tasty. Can you blame me?

When we nuke the moon, one thing will be certain: Whatever it was, it is now radioactive garbage free of hot dogs, cheese, or ranch dressing. M'kay?

 

[Oversoul]

What bugs me is that even down here on earth, when I get a hotdog, usually the place where I get it has ketchup, but no sauerkraut. Also they almost never have dill relish. That is how I know that there is no sauerkraut or dill relish on the moon.

 

[Notepad]

What bugs me is that even down here on earth, when I get a hotdog, usually the place where I get it has ketchup, but no sauerkraut. Also they almost never have dill relish. That is how I know that there is no sauerkraut or dill relish on the moon.

What if, the reason you can't find those toppings when you get hot dogs at the mall's Victoria's Secret shop is because...well...they're on the moon!

Yeah, we need to nuke the moon for sure now...

 

[train]

I'm surprised Notepad has learned to type with his nose so well... seeing as how his arms are busy inhabitating a straight-jacket...

 

[Ferret]

Yes, yes. No hotdogs on the moon. That is a reason to be annoyed, but the thing that really makes me mad is that we're in the 21st Century (four years into it!) and we still lack flying cars. What's the deal w/ that? All the movies and cartoons I watched when I was a kid promised flying cars?

-Ferret

"I think it's all a plot by Goodyear!"

 

[Spiderman]

Hey yeah, I want one of them too!

 

[Nightstalkers]

Mmm.... Mars is rusty.... Rusty planet... -salad fingers

 

[Notepad]

I'm surprised Notepad has learned to type with his nose so well... seeing as how his arms are busy inhabitating a straight-jacket...

Yes, pressing the shift key is *very* hard like this. But, you can't even begin to imagine how hard it is to write html like this...

 

[train]

all the more impressive...

 

[Notepad]

Not really. I tend to just mash the keyboard with my head, and somehow it works...

 

[Oversoul]

Why are you wearing a straightjacket? It seems like it would make things difficult for no good reason. You'd have to be crazy or something to do that...

In any case, I'm pretty sure that there's no sauerkraut on the moon. I'm not sure about ketchup though...

 

[Notepad]

Somehow, I think there will be lots of animals shaped like butts peeking out of low-rise jeans. Yeah, all hairy and they grunt like high school dropouts, or plumbers. Take your pick...