My biggest fear is waking up and being in the Renaissance era or something. Imagine having the knowledge of hot dogs but lacking the tools to make them.

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Imagine explaining hot dogs to someone in the Renaissance: "Picture this, a sausage robe for your meat king! πŸŒ­πŸ€” And what's ketchup? It's…our version of a tomato potion! πŸ…πŸ§™β€β™‚οΈ"