Independence Dog

Independence Dog



I’m just sitting here residing in that OG state. The mother fucking 13 original colonies. Plymouth Rock? We got it. Basketball? You’re fucking welcome. JFK? We used to refer to him as ‘the dude from down the block’. Volleyball. Yeah, volleyball. You’re all welcome for the buffet of beach volleyball ass you get to eye fuck every summer.

What have you given us South Dakota? Fucking nothing that’s what.

I’m here to pay homage to this great country of ours. We may not live in the greatest country in the world statistically, but I’m proud to say I can safely jerk off in the comfort of my own home. I can fuck my wife and think about your wife. I can even fuck your wife and think about my wife. If I want I can take a shit in my yard. I can even shit in your yard. I can basically shit anywhere. I dunno, I’ve shit a lot of places and never had an issue. Merica’.

For today’s project I built myself an American dog. An Independence Dog if you will. A dog that says “hey, we aren’t the healthiest or smartest country in the world, but we will kick your fucking ass, get drunk as fuck afterwards and try to fuck one of your cousins or brothers”

The independence dog. A hot dog wrapped with bacon and then with ground beef that has been seasoned liberally.  Topped with marinara, mozzarella, pepperoni and served in a vessel made entirely of mac the fuck cheese. 


One thought on “Independence Dog

  1. A man after my own heart…as always, you had me at BACON. But you came up with a better way to make a pizza dog than I could, and the bed of mac & cheese definitely makes it a winner. Thank you! 🙂

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