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You Ain't Nuthin But a Hot Dog
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No sequins on his buns, but this dude was definitely rockin' , even if it was one of the wurst Elvis impersonations ever.
As you can see, he was a frank, though no Sinatra. I found him on the side of a truck in for repairs (or possibly salvage) at a gas station in Morristown.
His name: Doo-Wop Doggy. His playlist, as you can see, is not limited to tube steaks.
Tomorrow: What the Doo Wop Doggy has in common with Jean Harlow.
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