I heard this story, bit by bit,from various

I heard this story, bit by bit,from various people, &, as usually happens in such cases,each time it was different but each time just as true, but it alway started with the spatula

being found on the doorstep, followed by many varied signs of the ominous events to occur. Neither priests nor doctors were of any avail to stop the pestilence that was to sweep

across Europe. The grand old Duke of York had 10,000 men and he marched them up the hill to fight off the pestilence

of the scourge of the 7-11's that had taken over the world. The Duke's army was met by 10,000 cashiers. Stand off. The 7-11 army had Slurpee canons. The Duke's

Army was thirsty enough to take out their canteens, only to find no water. The 7-11 army threw slurpee canons at them, and they drank the kool-aid. Stand off.

, in an attempt to one-up the hot dog guys display, mixed sour milk with a few rotten eggs and gulped it down. The Hot Dog Hut crew complained their drink was more disgusting, but

I held up a finger. I began to gag before regurgitating the drink into a cup. With a grin, I offered the beverage to the Hot Dog But crew, laughing out loud at their faces as I

simultaneously rubbed my tummy (in the classic "yummy" motion). The Hot Dog But crew backed away from me slowly, then began to run, leaving their food truck unattended. I went in

side to discover their secret ingredient. I gasped at the sight of all those dog butts suspended over meat grinders & freed their yelping owners who bounded out to take revenge.