My next job is cooking hotdogs . Or should I say ; sweating in hotdogs . I am not used to this fucking climate . I sweat profusely into the hotdogs . The crowed is getting angrier and angrier by the second .
I tell them it is all relative . I tell them of the donair mythology back in Halifax . How people masturbate in donair sauce . They suddenly feel at ease with my sweating .
I then teach them some camp songs . 200 drunken Australians singing Nova Scotia camp songs .
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