Good God Almighty, what the hell is that thing on my plate? Everyone knows ordinary beef hot dogs are made out of cancerous eyeballs and left-over hooves and diseased entrails, so I ordered a chicken hot dog on our Air Asia flight between Singapore and Bali. A chicken hot dog just sounded so much healthier than a regular hot dog.
Unfortunately, the hot dog they delivered looked like the chicken was either anemic or albino and it had the consistency of oatmeal with skin. And the bun. What can I say about the bun? How about, it might have been ok if it hadn’t been left in the microwave for about ten minutes. It literally crumbled when I attempted to eat it.
It tasted like crap, so I put some ketchup on it. Which only made it taste like crap with ketchup.
We’re flying Air Asia again from Bali to Perth. Mmmmmm. I can’t wait.
That food is just wrong.
You really ate that thing? Damn Jim, couldn’t you get a couple of packages of peanuts or something? (snicker)