Chien-Chaud

I have a hilarious (high-larious) story. Okay, so right now I am living with a host family in a place thet does not speak English. The title of this post may or not imply that the language in this region is French. Tonight for diner, my host-mother served hot dogs, and me being a people pleaser and never wanting to offend a person, I graciously accepted my plate of two hot dogs with a smile on the outside, and a huge frown on the inside. I think hot dogs are the worst food on this planet. Dégoutante, as the people here say. So as we all sat around the table eating our chien-chauds, I had a watchful and somewhat shifty eye on all the other guest in the room, so I could seize the exact moment when everyone's eye's were diverted and I could freely and secretly loosen the grip on my bun just enough that the hot dog would slip out of it and onto my lap, where I was then free to wedge the stick of who-knows-what in to my pocket for disposal after the dinner had finished. I am now at the the school, where I brought the hot dogs so the evidence of my crime would be never be found.

I am hungry.
If only 2 buns were enough to fill a boys stomach.