So...one day I'm fishing the Stilly with my 6'-11" friend. We're at the Whitehorse store to get some lunch when he asks the guy behind the counter how many corn dogs are left.
"Looks like about eleven. How many you want?"
"All of 'em."
Mustard.
"Looks like about eleven. How many you want?"
"All of 'em."
Mustard.

