This is tantamount to accidentally coasting Air Force One into the Smith’s den down at the end of the cul-de-sac. What kind of license does it take to drive a 4-wheeled wiener?
“Hey Oscar, toss me those keys. Let me take your wiener for a spin.”
In the pic, you can see two men on their knees, praying that the big wiener is okay. Damned straight. First we get in a war we can’t get out of. Then the economy rides the rapids down the toilet. Now somebody drives the Wienermobile into a house by mistake. People, we need to get a handle on this stuff.
In researching this terrible event, I came across another disturbing Wienermobile image: defensive end, Michael Strahan of the New York Giants, driving a Mini Cooper Wienermobile. A Mini Wienie? What the hell has happened to this country?
Compared to the full-sized wiener that slammed into the Wisconsin house, this stubby little porker looked less like the Wienermobile of old and more like Hormel’s Little Sizzler riding on Strahan’s head.
I can’t Google any more about it. It’s a tragedy of foot-long proportions. As I looked at the images, my mind went back to the old song (you can see it on YouTube).
Oh I’d love to be an Oscar Meyer Wiener.
That is what I’d truly like to be.
Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener,
Everyone would be in love with me.
Except Mr. Krup in Racine, Wisconsin.
