Take on Hot Dogs

A report by the always reliable New York Post suggests that for every hot dog consumed you lose 35 minutes off of your life.

Using some back of the envelope math I have thus concluded that I am already dead.

There were days that my buddies and I would go to grays papayas and put down a dozen dogs. At that point I always assumed that the heart burn would be the consequence which made me regret that decision but now that I realize I lost 350 minutes of my life for every one of those stops, I think maybe I should have gone to Koronets.