Kent, Rhett and I walked down to the golf club Saturday night. We do this about once a week. I finally tried their hot dog. Check out the size of that wiener! I didn't even finish it even. The chili reminded me of the times we went camping with dad and he would cook chili by adding bottle after bottle of beer to the chili...something I like to call sourdough chili. The problem with this chili dog may have been the walk back home.
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