There’s a bacon wrapped hot dog story and it goes a little something like this…Chick from Utah, Mexican (but she’s from Utah, so keep that in mind), goes to Mexico with her family. They all do some partying, the usual, tequila and a few beers, great music, dancing. You know. Anyway, they head back to the resort.
Ah! What is that? A hot dog vendor? Chick says, “I love those. Pull over!” Chick walks up to vendor, a bit inebriated (Chick, not vendor). Chick orders some dogs, but doesn’t want onions. Chick forgets how to say none. Nunca? Cero? Vendor thinks Chick is an idiot (probably because Chick is a drunk idiot). Finally vendor gets it (with help of Chicks brother). Nada! Nada! That’s the word!