One of the most common questions we get asked as Hotdoggers is, “What’s the best part of your job?“. I always feel like a cheesy weenie replying, “Everyday is a new adventure,” but it’s the doggone truth.
To illustrate, this is just an average impromptu stop. Tailgating Theresa and I hanging out with OSCRMYR at the Grand Canyon. No big deal.
Awkward photos are how we roll in this giant hot dog.
That concludes this Wiener-Mo-Adventure. Stay tuned, my friends.
Love was in the air and it smelled like hot dogs! Now meat the prettiest Wienermobile of them all.. OSCRMYR got all dolled up for Valentine’s Day with the help of Team Super Southwest. ”Oscar Mayer without vowels” didn’t really fit the new look so we dubbed her Oscaretta.
Wiener-mo-love.
Shout out to all our Valentines! Franks for the xo’s!
Giant mountains? PSHHH! No problem for this Wienermobile. Tailgating Theresa and I took OSCRMYR on the scenic kraute to go check out Lake Tahoe.
Although he was parked at the bottom OSCRMYR cheered us on as we trudged our buns up a mountain in search of the ‘Best view in Tahoe’.
Tailgating Theresa kept sinking in the snow providing Jess Grillin’ with franktastic LOLs.
We finally made it to the top, and so did the fog. Regardless, we still had a doggone good time on our way up!
Oh Hi! I cooked you a poem, well actually I grilled you a Limerick! *BA DA BUM BUM*
These are chili times, even for team Super South. This DIY project seemed easy enough: puffy paint a Wienermobile onto each glove and call it a day.
As it turns out, puffy paint is doggone difficult to handle. I have since renamed them Mo-Wiener-Mittens to better reflect their abstract appearance.
Oh well. They still look rockin’ delicious with our super cool flight suits, eh?
So this one time… at the Wienermobile…
I met the coolest cat… well, ever and this is coming from a (hot) dog person.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon somewhere in Kansas City, Missouri when I first caught sight of this naked creature. It was on a leash, strutting across the parking lot like a bunderful stud. Was it a rat? A gremlin perhaps?
NOPE, it was a cat! Sans the hair (of course!) and answered to the name of Mr. Muffins.
I stood there holding Mr. Muffins feeling like Dr. Evil and I knew something had to be done. I recalled an ancient Hotdogger proverb that read, “if hairless cat you meat, put in Wienermobile you must.” So I did…and was not disappointed in the least.
The End.
On our 17hour drive from Jacksonville, FL, I had a bunderful idea-. I was going to Tiger stripe WEENR for the Mizzou Homecoming Parade. Why on earth hasn’t someone done this before?! I wondered..
About two stripes in, I realized I had no idea what a tiger looked like. It was one of those “challenge accepted” situations and I refused to reference a picture on the internet. It was then about three and a half stripes later that I realized the intense time commitment I had just undertaken. Annnnd this is why no one has ever tiger striped the Wienermobile.
However 12 rolls of electrical tape and a many, many hours later WEENR was a tiger. I think she looked Grrrrr-eat. What do you guys think??
This past week Hot-Diggity Holly, WEENR and I hauled buns down to Memphis, TN for a crazy little thing called Elvis Week!
This year commemorated the 35th anniversary of Elvis’s death with a whopping 75,000 fans, two Hotdoggers, and a Wienermobile in attendance! Team South went into ultimate tourist mode, basking in all of glorious sights of Memphis!
When WEENR heard there was a pink Cadillac she insisted on visiting Graceland!
Although WEENR couldn’t make the voyage up the driveway of Graceland herself, we did make sure that Elvis got a Wiener Whistle!
Elvis is a staple on the WEENR Jamz playlist, so the gang headed down to Sun Studios to see where the King was born!
We also added a personal touch to the “Nostalgia Collection” in the studio.
Finally a HUGE frank you to our host/friend/tour guide, Jerry as well as the Talbot Heirs Hotel, for showing us such a great time in Memphis!
Recently Team South made a trip to downtown Chicago and well, there is no way around it, WEENR has some big ol’ buns. The Wienermobile is the ultimate road trip vehicle with it’s six captain-style armchairs, 180-bubbled windshield, and killer stereo system but parking this 27-foot-long dog isn’t always a walk in Lincoln Park!
Creativity is key in avoiding conundrums of Wienermobile-sized proportions and this is where we discovered the most amazing piece of Wienermobilia ever… a WIENERMOBILE PARKING ONLY sign!
When used in combination with the unparalleled spot-saving-skills of the hotel valet, parking a giant hot dog in a crowded city suddenly became no problem at all!
Back up on the hot dog highways, we were grilled to find giant parking stalls at a roadside stop. Our smiling Wienermobile fit right in too!
With over 390 former Hotdoggers living all across the country, it is always fun to ketchup and share stores of life on the hot dog highways.
Hot Diggity Holly and I got a chance to meat up with Brian the Bunderful of Class XXIII & the Oscar Mayer Food Truck at our Chicago hotel! Freshly graduated from Hot Dog High,it was great to have a former Hotdogger show us theins and outs of hotel reward perks and other little tips for enjoying our coast to coast wiener roast. We even got some top-of-the-dog apparel! Franks a lot, Brian!
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