Welcome to the Wednesday feature I seem to do only when I feel like it now, Picture Day at The Nest! Inspired by one of the comments on yesterday’s A to Z post that paid tribute to the strange letter aitch, I decided to dig out one of the deeply buried “treasures” of my critter populated shelf that I’ve never allowed to star on my blog before.
The title of this post was the exact exclamation made by Quirky Girl in response to the photo you see above of a rather awkward looking hot dog mascot I took a picture of at Progressive Field in 2009. Onion, as she is called (Yes, there are female hot dogs you know), is one of the three anthropomorphic hot dogs that race (or raced, I have no idea if they still do it) at Cleveland Indians games. If you’ve gone to a professional sporting event over the past two decades or so, you’ve probably encountered those booths on the concourse where for the small price of providing your personal information on a card (which would never be used to put you on a junk mail marketing list of course!), you can win some really tacky gift. I
gave a bunch of fake information did that before one of the games I saw there and walked away with this…
That is the stuffie version of Onion, and as you can see on her right arm, she even carries the purse Quirky Girl took note of that no doubt contains pictures of her little Vienna sausages, ketchup and mustard makeup, and assorted bun-length feminine hygiene products. So what does our wienerette look like from the back, you’re wondering….
Other than being, well…….. too weird for even The Nest, the fact that she’s difficult to have sit upright is among the reasons you’ll probably never see her in a future episode of Shelf Critter Theatre. Well, that and the reality that I employ too many creepy, predatory critters who might want to do more than just nibble on her ends…
Damn, I actually miss putting together those fucked up SCT’s….
I may or may not have another plump and juicy photo for you to eat up next Wednesday….