Everyone will have his day to buy (and roast) a hotdog.

My job is pointless. Personally, at least. The workforce in my building is 90% giggly/gossipy women, 9% burnt-out male middle-aged gov't employees, 1% Tim. Let the suicide pool begin!

Wait.

Make that the burnt-down-government-building pool.

Wait.

Make that the charred-corpse-loving pool.

Heh. Heh.