Not a wiener ping
If your wiener’s peeling...you need sunscreen.
Good part-time work for a Mohel.
I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist.
Wiener Peeling belongs in chat, not news/activism.......
I remember the good old days when it took real guts to be a wiener stuffer.
How about Huma?
Is she happy with her Wiener?
Hillary looks pretty down in the dumps these days.....
“I assume you get to take home any bent, twisted or otherwise defective wieners.”
You’re right Fred! There’s a Clinton angle to this dangle!
A what??!?
"I prefer the chop, myself."
Thanks for the laugh. lets becareful now that are weinies do not get to close to the fire or there will be a weinie roast. in the Deli the father was asking for all natural weiners without the casing. the little boy says my daddy has a weiner. the father turns bright red picks up his package of weiners and all the ladies in line at the local deli just start laughing. Out of the mouth of babes make for an interesting day.
(with apologies to the Smothers Brothers)
My old man’s a wiener peeler,
What do you think about that?
He wears a wiener peeler’s collar,
He wears a wiener peelers hat.
He wears a wiener peeler’s raincoat,
He wears a wiener peelers shoes,
And every Saturday evening,
He reads the wiener peeler’s news.
And someday, if I can,
I’m gonna be a wiener peeler,
The same as my old man.
Keep your hands off my wiener, you hoser. Eh
Funny - good writing...
See me
Peel me-e-e
Touch me
Peel me-e-ee...
Deutschmacher Hot Dogs are the best hot dogs out there but they come in these plastic casings that is a pain to peel off. It would be pretty neat to have a device in which I could insert my wieners and have them come out peeled at the other end.
Ladies and Gentlemen give it up for "Dunderbeck's Machine"!
[Uproarious applause...]
There was a strange old butcher, His name was Dunderbeck.
He was very fond of sausage-meat, and sauerkraut and speck.
He had the finest butcher shop, the finest ever seen,
Until one day he invented his wonderful sausage machine...
Oh Dunderbeck, Oh Dunderbeck! How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
For all the neighbor's dogs and cats will never more be seen;
They'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine!
One day a very little girl came walking in the store.
She ordered up some sausage meat and eggs, a half a score.
And while she stood a-waiting she whistled up a tune,
And the sausage meat it started up and danced around the room!
Oh, Dunderbeck, Oh, Dunderbeck! How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
For all the neighbor's dogs and cats will never more be seen;
They'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine!
Once day when he was working the machine it would not go.
So Dunderbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife she had a night-mare and came walking in her sleep;
She gave the crank a heck of a yank, and Dunderbeck was meat!
[All together, now...!]
Oh, Dunderbeck, Oh, Dunderbeck! How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
For all the neighbor's dogs and cats will never more be seen;
They'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine!John Wayne Bobbit?