And Big Virg would break down the door with his bike and set the place on fire.
And he'd instantly be able to tell you how many calories he burned.
Hold it, don't you have to eat the dogs before you count them as calories?
I got dibs on the gay dog. I'm thinking that bastard will be mighty tasty with a brisket rub and some hickory chips.
Which reminds me, I have to give Farmer Bob a call... I am out of burgers and have a major hankerin'...