When after over 2 hours of nonstop jogging, you come back to then immediately having to take a fat muddragon in your chocolate eater and you’re so hot that a slime snickers comes out of your sausage factory and it’s so hot it makes the worst odor of all time. That’s what a jogging hotdog is.
After jogging around the park, my Marianas trench was ready to burst a jogging hotdog