We pulled together and took the Weener-man to the Burdock Pizzia and fine eats to congratulate him on his impressive landslide victory for official Barney bum of WeenerMan Township. Over a plate of baked beans and weeners, Hm was rewarded with a commemorative certificate, drawn up by Ernie with felt-tip markers borrowed from the Township Hall.
WeenerMan took it and stride and thanked us for our support, and said if there was ever an International brotherhod of Barny-bums, he’d probably be president. But the rest of us Barny-Bums were too lazy to make form such a Brotherhood. And then for the rest of the evening, HM Weenerman used the podum to lecture us on the need for Shop Safety and how each of our workshops was deficent. In Detail.
And after about an hour and a half, each Barney Bum quietly paid their tab and slipped out of the back. Seeing how i was the last Barney Bum there, I ended up paying the Weener-man’s tab to Paula, the owner of the Bkurdock Center Pizziaria, and making mhy exit.
Last I heard, the Weener-man was still on the subject of Shop-Safety until midnight.