The story goes that Oscar Mayer was working hard one day preparing for a dinner party for the Pope when he realized with a shock that the kitchen had run out of those little cocktail weenies that possess that unnatural ability to turn any party into a celebration of orgasmic delight. Luckily, or unluckily, for the guests, Oscar was a quick thinker and rose to the challenge of creating an snack of such delectable proportions that the dinner guests would be hard pressed not to grant him a knighthood for his culinary excellence. The end result was not so pretty.
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