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Randy Quinn kicked off October 14th with an @everyone ping and an AI-generated image of a man's face fused seamlessly into a glistening, char-grilled hot dog in a bun — the face belonging to none other than shinypiplup. The image cost Randy $15 and was, by general consensus, worth every penny. "$15 well spent, imo," said Tilor.

Shinypiplup responded with a mix of horror and resignation, declaring it his preferred burial attire and refusing to speak further lest he end up in Randy's septic tank. The whole thread descended into Sweeney Todd comparisons and mock threats, with Daniel already taking notes for "next year's competition." Hot dog content doesn't always have to involve eating one.

Daniel took his hot dog habit out on the town on October 15th, hitting up Wonderville — a dimly lit bar glowing under purple neon — with friends. The photo says it all: a dog held aloft against that signature sign, followed by a spread of three fully loaded specialty dogs lined up on the bar counter, each dressed differently with toppings like pickled red onion, scallions, and chili crumbles.

It's a rare week when a member ventures beyond the kitchen, and this outing delivered. Three distinct dogs, good company, and the kind of purple-hued atmosphere that makes everything taste better.

When ChallengeXcepted dropped two corn dogs nestled into sourdough buns on October 8th — drizzled with ketchup and mustard in a move that made Tilor groan "dagnabit it happened" — it kicked off a spirited leaderboard conversation. Tilor confessed that he had a smart-display on his kitchen wall permanently showing the Glizzy Gobblers leaderboard next to the weather forecast and flight tracker for Castle Rock, CO. shinypiplup sat at 468, theweasel1337 at 405, Daniel at 322, Randy at 250 — and Tilor himself was sitting at a quietly respectable position he wasn't thrilled about.

The real punchline: guests keep noticing the display, ask what the "Glizzy Gobbler" is, and find it to be the funniest thing they've ever seen. As Tilor put it, "People make a lot of comments. They ask what the glizzy gobbler is and find it to be the funniest thing ever." ChallengeXcepted, meanwhile, had top 5 in his sights.

On the afternoon of September 21st, ChallengeXcepted posted a photo that said everything without saying a word: five fully loaded hot dogs arranged on a single plate, some draped in ketchup, others in mustard, a set of chef's knives gleaming ominously in the background. The message was clear — they were back from a self-described break and not easing in gently.

What made the moment special was what followed. Tilor, sitting just 15 spots ahead on the leaderboard, materialized in the chat to offer some unsolicited "health advice" — casually suggesting ChallengeXcepted might want to quit hot dogs altogether. ChallengeXcepted was not fooled. "It wouldn't have anything to do with our proximity on the leaderboard, would it?" they asked. Tilor, maintaining full plausible deniability, insisted it was purely about wellness — before floating the idea of "no hot dog October." ChallengeXcepted wished them well with it. The five glizzies on that plate suggested a very different October was being planned.

On the afternoon of September 3rd, MelPebbles and Daniel showed up to a Women's Professional Baseball League game and did what any self-respecting Year of the Glizzy member would do: immediately got hot dogs. MelPebbles' foil-wrapped dog appeared in the golden late-afternoon light with the diamond stretching out behind the stands; Daniel's came mustard-slathered and held aloft against the bright blue summer sky. The scoreboard said WPBL, the field said baseball, and the dogs said everything else.

Daniel later admitted he had a second hot dog but "there's no evidence" — a claim that prompted the rest of the server to debate whether an unlogged glizzy even counts. Meanwhile, MelPebbles returned for another foil-wrapped round as the stadium lights came on for the night game, making it a full ballpark double-header in its own right. If there's a more classic hot dog setting than a summer baseball game under the lights, the group hasn't found it yet.

While the rest of the group kept the streak alive from their home kitchens, Daniel was out of state — and he found a worthy venue for it. On August 13th, he and MelPebbles posted back-to-back shots from Marsha's, a dimly lit bar in Philadelphia, each holding a loaded hot dog in red-checkered deli paper with a mountain of tater tots alongside. The TV above the bar was showing a Women's Pro Baseball League game, Boston up on New York.

The dogs themselves looked serious — charred, dressed with something pink and saucy, clearly a step above the home-kitchen rotation. "Dog at Marsha's in Philly," Daniel captioned it with characteristic economy. It's the kind of submission that doesn't need much explanation: good bar, good dog, good company.

July 4th brought out the best — and most — hot dogs the server had seen in weeks. By mid-afternoon, theweasel1337 had four dogs lined up with ketchup and mustard next to a Cutwater lime margarita. R0N1N_1 had a tray of grilled dogs ready to go. ChallengeXcepted plated two loaded dogs on a patriotic red-white-and-blue paper plate alongside watermelon and potato salad, captioning it simply "Round 1." Anthony showed up with two perfectly charred dogs drizzled with mustard. The chat lit up with the news that Joey Chestnut had just retaken the Nathan's title with 66 hot dogs in 10 minutes — prompting Fish to deadpan that Chestnut had consumed "my entire hotdog consumption for the year in a single sitting."

Then, late that night, shinypiplup came home from a BBQ that somehow had zero hot dogs and decided to fix that immediately — firing up a dog on a pan-toasted bun alongside a bowl of fresh guac. "I am forcing this dog down," he announced. Fish told him to stop. He did not stop. The server offered to create a "little league for the less gastronomically inclined." He declined.

The evening before the Fourth, Fish took the humble hot dog somewhere it belongs: the beach. The photos tell the whole story — grilled dogs in buns, buried under a pile of pulled pork and shredded cheddar, eaten off paper plates with sand underfoot and a blue beach towel in the background. It's the kind of meal that only tastes right with the sun low and your shoes off.

Three separate shots capture the spread at different stages — the overloaded close-up of just the toppings, a hand holding the fully assembled dog against the shoreline, and a beautifully char-marked final version ready to eat. No mustard, no ketchup. Just smoke, pork, and cheese on a summer evening. A proper pre-holiday send-off.

On June 24th, the gang traded their home kitchens and desk setups for a proper sit-down at Dog Haus — and someone had the foresight to document the whole thing. Daniel's photo shows a long outdoor table packed with smiling faces, trays of loaded sausages in front of nearly everyone, and the kind of relaxed midday energy that only a group hot dog lunch can produce. It's the fullest the crew has looked all year.

theweasel1337 and ChallengeXcepted both posted their own trays: charred brioche buns heaped with caramelized onions, specialty sauces, sauerkraut, and house-made sausages that make the average gas-station dog weep with envy. shinypiplup added two more from their own tray — one loaded with avocado and tomato, another dusted with cotija and jalapeños. R0N1N_1 posted the aftermath: a thoroughly demolished tray with just a half-bun and some tater tots remaining. Wiener Wednesday delivered.

Every Wednesday has a name in this group, and on June 17th Daniel, shinypiplup, and at least one other friend made it official at Dog Haus in Eastvale. The patio selfie says it all: three people, good beer, and a couple of loaded dogs on metal trays in front of them. Daniel's went out loaded with caramelized onions, white sauce, and grainy mustard on a toasted King's Hawaiian bun; shinypiplup doubled up, snapping a photo of two trays side by side before trying to bot-log both at once.

The tradition has been building for a few weeks now — Daniel floated the idea the night before, shinypiplup joked about bringing "travel dogs" if attendance kept dropping — and this week they actually showed up. Fish asked afterward if it was the Victoria Gardens location; Daniel confirmed Eastvale. Either way, Wiener Wednesday has a home.

Daniel put out the call Wednesday morning — Wiener Wednesday at Dog Haus Eastvale, noon, Norco/Eastvale area, all invited. By 12:26 PM the photo was in: Daniel, shinypiplup, and one more friend seated at an outdoor bar top under a shade umbrella, each with a loaded tray of gourmet dogs in front of them. Drinks in hand, peace signs thrown, grins all around.

It's the kind of casual midday meetup that this whole challenge quietly builds toward — an excuse to drag people to a proper dog joint on a Wednesday. Tilor's response from the sidelines summed it up perfectly: 'Everyone is a wiener. Cause you all had glizzys.'

On June 6th, Daniel and MelPebbles took their hot dog commitment somewhere most people wouldn't dare — out on the water. Daniel's selfie says it all: red beanie, round shades, and a foil-wrapped dog held up against a marina backdrop while sitting on what looks like a sailboat. The navigation markers and waterfront homes of what appears to be Newport Beach fill out the scene behind him.

MelPebbles followed up minutes later with her own shot — a plain dog unwrapped from foil, resting on the boat deck with the harbor blurring softly in the background. No fanfare, no toppings, just a proper glizzy at sea. Easily one of the most picturesque dog settings the server has seen.

nandopanto had a question for the group: is there a time limit on posting your glizzy pic? The photo in question was from a couple weeks prior — two fully loaded Dodger Dogs held up against a packed, sun-drenched stadium, the diamond green and perfect in the background. Mustard, ketchup, relish, diced onions. The full treatment. Daniel gave the green light, and the dogs were officially on the board.

Then, almost at the same time, nandopanto dropped a second photo: a group of three grinning friends in the stands at what appears to be an Angels game, foil-wrapped dogs piled up in their laps like a small hot dog mountain. Turns out this wasn't a solo mission — it was a full crew outing, glizzies and all. The delayed posts made it feel like finding a hidden roll of film from a very good day.