We both claim to hate hot dogs. Seriously, we never eat them. But for some reason, when outside, near Central Park, walking on Fifth Avenue, it tastes like the fanciest meal in the world. *
* Erik resisted making reference to the hackneyed joke about the Buddhist and the hot dog vendor during the crafting of this caption. He is very proud of himself. **
** In case you were wondering, the Buddhist asked the hot dog vendor to make him one with everything. ***
*** Karen is very, very sorry and thinks it is more obvious each day that Erik shares a birthday with Buddy Hackett.
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