Sing it over and over again...............Frosty Morn. Hot dogs and bologna..........place was in Clarksville, TN, and they'd buy cattle and hogs for slaughter, just as long as you got them there while they were still breathing.
Bwahahaha
Before the big T aka Trane which my entire clan of inlaws worked at; they all worked at Frosty Morn.
Wife has a 3 fingered uncle, the bacon ripper thinger dinger eat them down to nubbs. haha.
My FIL worked the kill floor and the tunnel.
The wife’s granny worked the bologna and hotdog vats. Rooters and tooters.
😂
