I once had a dream about a “lobster hotdog.” A lobster tail in a buttered hotdog bun. I went to a sports bar that happened to serve lobster tail and had hot dog buns. The waitress willing let me order this culinary sin. On an occasion, I still wake up in a cold sweat with the faint memory of processed bread and shellfish…

Cheese.

Hell yeah, brother, fight the system! Don’t let Big Geology tell you want to do! Eat those rocks!

Thanks for the age check, damnit.