Drunk dogs are the best. Just use whatever you have in the fridge (although in retrospect I might have passed on the globs of mayonnaise) and cuddle up with them like you would have with the woman from the bar who wouldn't go home with you.
Some men need religion. Some need a wife and 2.5 kids. Others need 567 friends on Facebook. Some might even want calf implants. We're dudes who need just two things to get through those days filled with tumult, despair, and that feeling deep in your gut things will only get worse and sooner than you can possibly even imagine you will be dead from something you have no control over and forgotten forever. Those two things? A good buddy and a good hot dog. This site's for them.
Document a good buddy adventure lately? Would you like to share your favorite hot dog pictures? Please, send it all to firstname.lastname@example.org. After all, what good is a buddy if he doesn't know how to share?