Doug:
Let's see … one dog with a dollop of melancholy and squirt of surly.
Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Having a bad day, Mr. Roy.
Doug:
Well, it's like this, Arturo … the spirited, gravely voiced
Allison took a bullet
for Danny Dead Wife Dorkey on Idol …
Doug:
And the B's got beat in OT by the playing way ovah their heads Novacaines and look like
they are poised to lose
series …
Doug:
And the Red Sox
got wholloped
by the Indians behind Carl Pavano of all people …
Doug:
But all of that is nothing at all compared to the
truly sad news about Remy.
Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Godspeed to the Rem Dawg. But he's got
an entiah nation pulling for him
and that has to help.
Doug:
Did you evah smoke Arturo?
Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Oh, yeah, everyone did back in the day. I smoked a cahton of Mahlboros every othah week for over 20 years but finally quit for good in '93 …
Doug:
Do you evah miss it?
Arturo, the hot dog vendor:
Oh, only every single day, Mr. Roy, only every single day.
