If you Give a hoe a Hotdog

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Frank had made a lot of mistakes in his life, and they all seemed to pile up within his shadow causing him to drag about during his daily life. He was comfortable with that, but now it wasn't his shadow that weighted him down. No, this was gravity pulling down upon a physical weight that wasn't his. It all started because he wanted to do something that would break his everyday cycle.

Frank was a man, or at least he considered himself a man. He made sure to check almost every morning. The day his big mistake happened was one of those mornings. Like most men, Frank had didn't particularly enjoy hotdogs. Just because he had one didn't mean he enjoyed them.

Just thinking back on it, Frank felt like an idiot. Why would he do something like this? Now it haunted him.

His friend had a hoe that he was getting ready to toss to the curb saying that he had overused it and wanted another. He had plenty of hoes so Frank didn't think there would be a problem if he picked up this one. He didn't have any hoes, and he always felt like he wanted one. That's where his problem started.

As soon as he parked his truck in his driveway he turned to face the hoe that he had just picked up from his friend's house. He stared and stared and eventually he decided to give the hoe his hotdog. He didn't know what made him do such a sinful thing, but he couldn't say he regretted it either. In the front seat of his pickup truck, he gave a hoe his hotdog.

"You were a hoe?" Frank asked.

"Yes."

"And now you ain't?" He asked again.

"No. I'm like this because you gave me your hotdog." The girl said with a smile.

Frank was a farmer. He wasn't poor, but he couldn't always get what he wanted. In this case, he wanted a hoe since his friend, and since his friend already had a used one he considered it a golden opportunity to plant some new crops. He had an uneaten hotdog sitting on the dashboard of his truck for lunch, but he didn't want it since he wasn't a fan of hotdogs. He thought it would be a funny joke if he gave his hotdog to the hoe. This wasn't funny. This wasn't a joke. If it was then he was the punchline.

Because he decided to give a hoe his hotdog, it turned into a girl around six years old. Frank now had to take care of a child because he couldn't just send her to live on the streets.

"Hey mister," called a kid on the street. "Do you have any tips about life."

"Yes, I do," Frank said as he felt the six-year-old girl tug his shirt. "If you ain't ready to take care of a kid, then don't be giving hoes ya hotdog."