the cheese stands alone

Freud Loves Me

I woke up with a phrase stuck in my head.... "corndogs and accordians." I have no idea what it means. But it's there, firmly implanted and will be fucking with me for the rest of the day.
"Would you like fries with that?"
"Corndogs and accordians."
"What?"
"I mean, ah... yes, please, fries....*muttercorndogsandaccordiansmutter*
"Ma'am, you want fries and what?"
"No, no, nothing, just fries.... *sudden shriek*CORNDOGS AND ACCORDIANS!"
"Uh.... yeah. *whispered aside* "Julie, get the manager... no, I don't care what he's doing. He's been in there how long? Two hours? What's he doing?"
*whispering*
"He's what? WHAT? With a corndog? And an accordian? OH MY GOD!"

(previously posted on Blogspot)