Three tomatoes are walking down the street…

Worst joke ever:

Good news, Dodgers fans: The team’s beloved hot dog hasn’t yet opted out of any contract to bolt for shinier grills in Boston or Texas.

In fact, the Dodger Dog, one of the few remaining links to the days when the team relished World Series titles, has been nominated by AOL CityGuide for its City’s Best Hot Dogs 2007 honor in Los Angeles.

LA Times sports writer Mike Penner needs to have his joke license suspended for a couple of weeks for that one.

Rather than stoop so low as to make more bad puns in reply, I will instead link (sorry) to this cool page describing meeting up with the fabled Oscar Mayer Wienermobile in Woodland, California: “Biggest Wiener in Woodland”.

“I noticed that the Oscar Mayer Web site is laden with hot dog puns,” I said to her while unwrapping my new whistle. “Do you and Katie come up with new hot dog puns on a regular basis?”

“Of course,” she said. “Just the other day I sent my parents a St. Patrick’s Day card and wrote Irish I were an Oscar Mayer hot dog!”

Classic.