The Weiners Circle

After our eight hour sojourn at Resi's, the gang was good and drunk
and ready for an adventure. My brother-in-law, Kent, had heard tell of
an amazing hot dog stand where the staff strings together a set of
filthy words the likes of which you've never heard nor ever will
again. After stumbling around in the general direction of the area, we
finally found our El Dorado--The Weiners Circle. Please fogive the
poor quality of the ensuing pictures; I might have had too much to
drink at this point. Or perhaps not enough, I don't properly remember.