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Hello to you folks, I have learnt of a recent news situation what I think is being mispresented and probably un-understood in important ways and I am of a hope that I can use this Hot-Dog ââMegaphoneââ (a metaphor) to provide a claritizing light in a way that will promote kindness and compassion in these some times.
I am sure you all saw this same news item across your smartphones and maybe desktops:

Whatupon we read that a Idaho man, last name of Landon, drove a Kia at 120 mph to a Maverik Adventureâs First Stop Gas Station and then got out and yelled at the cop who followed him. Landon said the eff-word to him and then went in the Maverik and then came back out and was doing push-ups in the parking lot even though there was one half empty and one all empty vodka bottles in the Kia. Which maybe our natural first reaction would be to say thatâs crazy or just âwhoaâ or maybe come up with a goof like the people in the comments:

Which I can see why that’s a editorsâ pick my aunt Nancy had a Bonneville that thing drove like a pig got into the budwiser. But even though we too might want to make sport of this manâs enigmantic behavior what seems confusion and irrational and so stupid to us, remember what the eastideahonews.com has also taught us:

So it might be that if we were to look closer, with perhaps a experienced Adventureâs First Stop Guide who remembered to bring a mostly full bic lighter into this culvert of dark and mystery, we might look past our judgements to instead see Landonâs humanity and truth. I volunteer to be the guide feller because, as some of you may know, I am somewhat of a officianado of all matters Maverik and I think youâll see that I bring some competents to these matters. You could definitely say to me: Is the Bonfire Grill (thatâs what they call where you get food in Maveriks) your favorite restaurant or something?
And I could only answer YES
If we PROPOSE that there is a innocent or at least understandable motives for the man Landonâs behavior we donât gotta think that long before a probably truth comes floatin up to the top of this big fountain soda, to with:
1) this Landon fella had that specific hunger you know, where your SUPER hungry but still somehow only for one thing. In his case, a item only to be found at the BonFire Grill and nowhere else, so he was just
2) MOVIN ASS to the Maverik out of fear and worry that whatever he was so hungered for would be already sold out.
3) And then cops etc etc.
So for us pretty much all we got to do now is figure out which specific BonFire Grill Item it was what enticed Landon for our Hot Dog Duty to be discharged, and maybe we could tell his attorney in case it would help. So, (Ad)Venture with me, please, into the under the bleachers of The Maverik Adventureâs First Stop Gas Station Bonfire Grill!
I will be rating the food entries up on these final categories:
đ CLEVER NAMIN
đ PHOTOGENICS AND OPTICS
đ OF COURSE THE TASTE
đ BATHROOM COURAGE REQUIRED
đ LEVEL OF SASS FROM PUNK COUNTER WORKERS IF YOU ORDER IT
On that last one because: if its just FayLynn working the grill we donât got a problem, sheâs a lil older and nice enough. But othertimes no matter how good you know a Deli Item is gonna be, if you also know that that Hawkins kid is at the counter and heâs gonna make some crack about you for eatin it, then even if you do firm up, and stand without hitchin, and order it anyway your gonna be so probably just UPSETTED that it wouldnt taste good anyway.
So thereâs our rubrick, and please note that the last two are reverse scored so a higher score is always more positively-minded!
ITEMS:
SEASONED BEEF & TOT BURRITO

CLEVER NAMIN 6/10
This one really doesnât need to be that witsome, the words of âbeefâ and âtotâ have obviously already got us on the hook but itâs the unspecified âseasonedâ that i found intriguin and bumped this from a 5 to a 6, for me (the season was pepper i think)
PHOTOGENICS AND OPTICS 8/10

Honestly it looks like youâd hope, I meant to take a picture of the inside but once I bit it I just kinda forgot cuz it was…
OF COURSE THE TASTE 9/10
Yep, really tasty this feller donât think I added that heinz sauce cuz of lackin FLAVOR nope itâs just I am just a little bit of a hot sauce nut
BATHROOM COURAGE REQUIRED also 9/10 (GOOD)
the roughage from tortilla and tots I think balanced out whatever grease-affect the beef may have had so my bathroom visits did not change in frequency or intensity or viscosity
LEVEL OF SASS FROM PUNK COUNTER WORKERS IF YOU ORDER IT 3/10 (BAD)
I thought this would be a safe one because I didnât have to say a funny name when I asked him for it, but that little Hawkins shit, heâs just gonna put his claws in cuz when I asked him for it he said: âOh are you sad that they donât do the TotBox anymore?â Which yes of course I am and I started to nod but then I realized he said it in like a mean teasing voice, so I know he didnât have really sympathy, so I said âNoâ and then a business-professional âThank youâ and left but it took about 5 or 6 bites before I could really taste it I was so mad
LUMBER JACKâD BOWL

CLEVER NAMIN 9/10
âJACKâDâ I think has like three meanings here:
1) Paul Bunion
2) Youâll get strong if you eat it, and itâs like
3) Jack-Full maybe? So that is efficient marketing communication of multiple good images direct in to my head
PHOTOGENICS AND OPTICS 9/10

I really appreciate the stagin of this one because there is alot going on ingredient-wise here, but the conciensouss consumer STILL needs to be able to quickly check that there all there before gettin in the truck and leavin and then havin to turn back if they forgot the ham. And try it for yourself: just sweep your eyes quickish across that image and man you can just visible all three meats so clear and the cheese is melted but not enough you canât see it and just great job here
OF COURSE THE TASTE 7/10
Even though it sorta seems like you should take at least one maybe two things out of this to make it good, I was surprise that it all still âworked for meâ and I enjoyed my breakfast quite a lot. So now your sayin âso why didnât you give it at least a 8/10â and I know youâll agree once I say it GRAVY IS IMPORTANT and this was lackin in tang
BATHROOM COURAGE 6/10 (MIDDLE)
Moderate eyewatterin: seems it gathered up on its tang levels as it made its passage of me
LEVEL OF SASS FROM PUNK COUNTER WORKERS IF YOU ORDER IT 9/10 (GOOD)
Youâll note the â6:29 AMâ timing on the package? Guess what little Hawkins shitâs shiftâs startâs at 6:30? Yup, you guessed it and I knew that too, so I got there in a strategy known as âearlyâ and had a nice little chat with FayLynn bout ‘you think weâre gonna get a sunrise today? haha just kidding i bet we will’ – and then I only had to avoid eye contact with Hawkins as he was comin in at the door (WITHOUT his name badge i noticed). So thatâs a little victory for the day and it honestly was nice to have another 20 min just sittin in the truck before work started sometimes I donât slow down on my own enough i think
OH itâs Jack Cheese so I guess their was a four thing, maybe this biscuit mess is a little too smart for me
PORK RIB BUNDLE

CLEVER NAMIN 7/10
Nothin too fancy but callin it a âbundleâ is good I think, makes you feel like itâs a spy package or a maybe chosen-one baby your spiritin away somewhere like in Willow
PHOTOGENICS AND OPTICS 4/10

I mean you can tell its burnt

And also just from lookin you can see the regret is gonna initiate way before the hunger ends
OF COURSE THE TASTE 3/10
This one has maybe the biggest gap between gustatory promise and digestive realty. It should be good! It was sâposed to be good! I guess maybe under different circumstances it would be, you can tell I gambled by goin in there at 4:19 pm: While there was a chance of gettin a fresh new supper-time bundle, you can see I lost big this time by gettin a holdover from the lunch rush.
BATHROOM COURAGE 1/10 (BAD)
Just real rough, lots of trips to the toilet, all of em disappointin. Penny from the front desk, I told you iâd let you know when this âpieceâ was âupâ to maybe look like a big man but that was before I wrote it so if your readin this Iâm sorry for how I left it in there I didnât think youâd be the next one in.
LEVEL OF SASS FROM PUNK COUNTER WORKERS IF YOU ORDER IT 2/10 (BAD)
Whew pretty high, I tried to pre-counteract any hassle from the Hawkins kid by explaining that this is actually a business lunch for a online publication but this didnât shut him up like it did in my head. He just laughed and asked which online publication and when I said 1-900-HOTDOG he laughed even harder for some reason and even FayLynn did too so maybe I need a badge or a lanyard next time?
MACACACHOCOCHICORICONUT COOKIE

CLEVER NAMIN 5/10
Its actually 0/10 for when you have to say it aloud in the store, but then 10/10 when you and Larene are goofin on tryin to say it on the way back home and you just KNOW neither of you are gettinâ it right but that just gives you both the giggles and then here comes Trayton with trying to do a RAP SONG of it and I hope Larene doesnât pee her pants in the truck again
PHOTOGENICS AND OPTICS 10/10
Tell me your mouth aint water even a little bit when you allow your gaze to ling âer
OF COURSE THE TASTE 10/10
Real real good, enough to drive any sadden memories of pork bundles right from your mind
BATHROOM COURAGE 9/10 (REAL GOOD)
Almost perfect but there was some anal leakage the specific characteristics of which I remember all to well from the 90s so I can only surmise that Olestra is involved here somewhere. But still very worth it donât get me wrong
LEVEL OF SASS FROM PUNK COUNTER WORKERS IF YOU ORDER IT 1/10 (REAL BAD)
Cause when I just say âcoconut cookie pleaseâ he acts like he doesnât know what I mean and if I point at it he still acts confused and is like âsir if you can tell me exactly which bakery item youâd like Iâd be more than happy to get it for you,â and Iâll say this for him heâs got the Hawkins patience (his grandpa was a hell of a fisherman) cause he waited me out probably a full 5 minutes of tryin before I got it right
BREAKFAST WAFFLE SANDWICH

CLEVER NAMIN – 0/10
Well well isnât this interestin, on the website this one has a differnt name:

Which maybe someone told them the name was a little pretendious, but if your gonna change the name pick somethin fun like âThe WAFFLY GOOD ADVENTURE SANDWICHâ – that didnât take me very long at all for example.
PHOTOGENICS AND OPTICS 7/10

Well a cowardâs name does not a foulsome treat make, she looks good and alsoâŚ
OF COURSE THE TASTE 9/10
Tastes good too! If youâll endulge me in playing fancy for a minute: me thinks me tongue doth a-spy a touch of maple extract in waffle, sausage, and mehaps in egg and cheese also?
Hahaha thanks for going along with me here if you want to talk fancy back in the comments that could be fun
LEVEL OF SASS FROM PUNK COUNTER WORKERS IF YOU ORDER IT 2/10 (BAD)
Surprisingly bad here again. I thought it wouldnât be cause this one seems like it’s a nocuous, but dammit that Hawkins twerp was reading all the information aloud and REAL loud like he was showin off on me for FayLynn, and he was like â1210 calories in this sandwich, I read when they do starvation research they only give them 1200 calories a day so make sure this isnât the only thing you eat today so YOU donât starve.â And I said âdonât worry iâm still plannin on eating lunch and dinner tooâ and he said âno sh– dumba–â and I left without even getting any ketchup packets for this one.
BATHROOM COURAGE 5/10 (MIDDLE)
I think the thing with the Hawkins kid just left me so demoralized that the bathroom troubles here didnât even really register. I was like one-a those poor dogs the CIA tortured into learnt helplessness (he ainât the only one readinâ up on psychology findins) but: there was bathroom troubles.
Now I know at this point what some of you are thinking: whatâs going on here? Why is Mr Neck not even talking about the most obvious suspect, but let me elucidate on why:
NOT A REAL SUSPECT OF CONSIDERATION AND WHY I THINK SO: CHORCHEEZO BURRITO

This is the item I would lift a heavyish object to uncover or run a moderate distance to achieve or climb a pretty scary watertower if there was one up there. They are just so tasty BUT here is where my Maverikâs experience helps us all avoid a red hairing. You see, the bathroom courage level required for one of these itâs not even on a scale of 1-10 more like a million, and even with my years of BonFire experience and daily training – yes even I can only abide about one of these fellas once a month or so, or the O-ring itself starts to degrade and structural integrity goes WAY down.
Now just to test my theory I went back yesterday and got me a Chorch to see if they changed the recipe with any toilet-amelioratin effects. I was so intent on eatin it and really just experiencin the taste and texture of the thing in the moment that I forgot the Hawkins kid was there – FayLynn wasnât working in fact nobody else in the store at all, it was just me and him watching me real close until he said:
âDonât those things do a number on your pooper?â
And all I can say was that the purity of the chorcheezo here-ness and now-ness had cleared away all ego and insecurity until there was only honesty and willin vulnerability and it was from this place of No-Self Truth, askin nothin and needin nothin, that I answered:
âSon, I canât think of any bigger tragedy than dyin with a intact asshole.â
And I donât wanna pretend there was high fives or hugs like I might have imagined in the past, but you know what there didnât need to be. He gave me a manful nod and maybe even the lilâest smile of respect too and that is sufficient, to me.
Anyway that burrito still shit me up somethinâ bad come 2:30 through 4:30 so its disqualified from this deduction.
FINAL GUESSTIMATIONS
So now we have narrowed the pool. Have you sorted it out yet based on the clues from the news story and these descriptions, what food item it was that led a man into such pushup madness? Ill tell you it was none of em!

Thatâs right! It was the simple fountain drink all along! It might seem cheap to you that I didnt include this one as a suspect in the write-up until the end here but I thought that doinâ it this way would for sure make it seem like Iâm the smartest one.
And so it is with a pride of a mystery well-solved that to you all I say: til we meet, til we meet – you, me, Landon and hell even that Hawkins kid, heâs still got time and his dad was a decent man – til we meet at Jesusâ feet, in the name of Jesusâ Feet, amen.
PS sissyneck would like to acknowledge a gratitude for the assistances and GI sacrifice of one L., one S., and one M., in the preparin and researchin and goofin of this article.



If youâre from the midwest, you will be familiar with Christmas villages. Theyâre large ceramic buildings all moms love because theyâre cute and all dads hate because theyâre enormous, fragile, and almost impossible to store away the other eleven months. If your marriage can survive the yearly unboxing of the Christmas village, then itâs as strong as the miniature elf lingerie store that survived the summer. Oops, I dropped it. OOPS, there are ceramic elf panties everywhere! Everywhere.
Christmas villages are a multi-million dollar industry with new expansions released each year, and with every building costing around $100 apiece, it adds up quickly. Village makers have to compel people to expand their villages. Theyâre not going to throw out the old General Store every year and buy the updated one like itâs an iPhone, so tiny architects have thrown together some pretty unlikely Christmas buildings. And I don’t mean like weird and quirky shops. I mean things like the Christmas Debtors’ Prison.

This Christmas Debtors’ Prison will look great next to the many Christmas stores where your villagers can go into Christmas debt. Itâs from the Department 56 Dickens Village Series, where you can also get a Christmas cemetery for your debtors to go to when theyâve worked themselves to Christmas death. Youâll love the cheery description that comes with this item.

Victorian England, the center of culture for the world where many traditions we celebrate today took shape! Traditions like crushing the poor under our jolly holiday boots! It seems insane to make this weird little idol to Dickensian times and how festive and traditional they were when they were mostly very bad for everyone. Even the Christmas villages aren’t working to hide that from anybody. It’s like saying, “Welcome to the time of Charles Dickens when Christmas was really Christmas! Oh, step around the bodies of the orphans please; we had a little ho-ho-homicide this morning.”
Now, you might be wondering who will arrest the debtors of my tiny fictional Christmas town? Well, donât worry, my friend, because there are many, many, Christmas village police stations. People who own Christmas villages are very concerned about their fictional safety.

Why would you create a happy little fictional Christmas town and then imply there are crimes in it? There’s an itty bitty Christmas SVU that deals with all of the especially heinous Christmas crimes, and they have a bloodhound puppy awww! His nose is way better than Rudolph’s because it can find the bodies!
I tried to find some ceramic burglars, but there weren’t any! Then it hit me; any townsperson could be a criminal. They’re all suspects now. This guy looks especially dodgy to me.

This isn’t public intoxication. This guy declared himself Emperor of Beer. The police won’t stand for that, buddy. They run a tight ship in that fictional Christmas village. The police even still carry billy clubs to distribute season beatings to all the low-life criminal scum of Christmas town.

If you’re going to fill your Christmas town with whimsical crimes, why not go full bore and also add in some of that good old-timey disenfranchisement? You know why the Christmas village is so messed up? Women still can’t vote there. Truly this is a nostalgic paradise! Just be sure not to put the little protestors too close to the tiny police station.

Where would these women be picketing, I wonder? Perhaps outside of the mayor’s office, or in front of the store that sells cinnamon rolls, only cinnamon rolls, because sure, that’s not a front for anything. Or, maybe they want to be visible. Maybe they’re placed in the spot in town with the most foot traffic like the Christmas village Casino:

There are so many Christmas casinos! One even has a seedy little neon sign. What does a casino have to do with Christmas? What is the economy of the Christmas village based on? Because I’m seeing a pretty clear casino to police station to debtors’ prison pipeline developing here. Let’s take a look at the rest of the Christmas village’s potential economy.
You’ve got your Christmas-based food places. There’s a business called Chestnut King that sells only chestnuts and for some reason advertises that they’re open late. I guess, in case you’re stumbling home from the casino at 4 AM and a monster chestnut craving hits you.

There are also a lot of nutcracker stores. You know, because you’ve got so many chestnuts you bought at 4 AM and now it’s the next morning, you’re awake, you’re hungover, and you need to crack those nuts. It’s an extremely wood-and-nut-based economy, I guess? It’s also big on any store that has added an extra P and an E at the end to the word shop, which I hate because all it does is make my brain read shop as “show pay,” which would make this store The Nutcracker Nut Show Pay. That’s a very different store– one that I’ve been to many times, but it doesn’t belong in a Christmas village!

The Pioneer Woman has a Christmas village line at Walmart that includes a restaurant called P-Town Pizza which I thought was insane. You should only have to hear the phrase “Do you want to eat at P-Town” out loud once before you change the name of your restaurant. “Sorry I’m not in the mood for P-Town today. I had Piss City Chestnuttes for lunch, so I’m pretty full.”

However, P-Town is apparently the real name of her real world pizza restaurant, which she just made a tiny ceramic version of. So, that’s yet another grim reality from our world that has seeped into the Christmas village.
The Christmas village business that upsets me the most, the one that truly messes with my head and makes me question all of reality, is the model railroad shop. It’s a model town, and you designed a model railroad shop for it? Does this mean their society has fucking nerds? And does the model railroad shop sell Christmas village houses? Probably. Is one of the buildings an even smaller model railroad shop? It’s possible. Are we living inside a giant’s Christmas village right now? I hate this.

“I think there’s probably too much terrible shit in our prime universe for us to be living inside the world’s largest Christmas village,” you fools might say. “Guess what. There’s more than one Christmas village children’s hospital,” I would retort. Some of the children in this tiny Christmas world are dying.

An adorable kid hospital is perfect for when the Christmas children inhale too much second hand smoke at the casino or have a whoopsy at the workhouse and get merrily mangled in the machinery. I guess if there aren’t any sick children in your village, there’s no one for Christmas magic to cure? So in a way, this is inserting some suffering in your nostalgia for the specific purpose of your later enjoyment. “Dance for me, orphans! Ok, you can pause to cough a little bit, but then keep dancing!”
Somehow I still donât find this to be the most upsetting Christmas village piece available. Imagine if you will, a world wherein you create a cute little dream town with its nut-based economy, and its quaint, holiday-themed small businesses, and then in the middle of town you plunk a big old Walmart Supercenter.

How do you expect The Nut Show Pay to survive? Do you have any idea the kind of deals Walmart has on chestnuts? The economic impact of this store on the village’s overall economy is going to fill up that workhouse real fast. Luckily I’m pretty sure no one has ever bought one of these for their town. Walmart is trying to gaslight themselves into our Christmas nostalgia by pretending they belong in the Christmas village with all of the cute little shoppes.
But maybe I could picture this building sandwiched between the casino and a police station, I guess? Why the heck not! It’s the holiday season! Everyone is welcome in Christmas village! What do you mean you don’t want to come? It’s where many of the traditions we celebrate today took shape! Like the Christmas looting of the local Walmart by all of the sickly children! The police give them one free, heartwarming riot a year. Blessed Walmart holiday deals, ye tiny angels. May your living parents pay for their debtors’ crimes in peace.
