Give me your wurst

The story starts she John meet a Karen at his job in the supermarket

John wondered why she could possibly need 3 shopping carts full of sauerkraut. Could she be the wurst queen? He decided to just ask her.

John mustered up all his courage and asked the lady. “So-“ “Hinga durgen, poopenfarten! Pretzel schnitzel.” “Right, what’s with all this saeurkraut anyways?”

John knew all the right things to say to a Fräulein. Before he knew it, she had her rouladen all over his kartoffelpuffer. His käsespätzle jingled betwixt her maultaschen, & the her labskaus got all over his königsberger klopse. The kitchen was a mess, but love was in the air.

"Oh, bloody hell! What have you done to the place?" The two lovers, tanged in each others arms, inches away from touching lips, looked to the kitchen dictator, somewhat puzzled. For a moment, they had entirely forgotten about the competition. "Wake up! Back to work you muppets!"

The fantasy turned to nightmare as they awoke to an uncooked dish. Luckily they had some tricks up their sleeves (and pants). They quickly swapped their dish for a pre-baked one. ”Times up!” the dictator yelled. To everyone’s surprise they’d won the contest—and found a soulmate.