Uhhh, yes please.
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Hanging out with Mom before work. Maybe some lunch. Question of the day: hot or cold sandwich? Mound of veggies or slaughter house pile with aus' ju/ROY G BIV lakes of sauce, and maybe someeeee lettuce.
Yeah, sorry this post isn't orbiting around writing or something a little more exciting. But, um, you know... sandwiches, they're crucial. Tried the Sweet Onion Chicken at Subway last week. Not really a fan of their stuff (seriously, microwaving room temperature lunch meat? No thanks), but it really wasn't too bad. All in the sauce, though. This is why I harp on those condiments, folks. They're goin' to make or break your lunch.
So next time, skip over that Hunts or Red Gold bull shit and go straight for Heinz or Tabasco. Drizzle it in a smiley face, the shape of Illinois, whatever. Take it to heart. Act like it's the most important decision you'll ever make. Fuck the kids' names, the type of hardwood floor in the guest room, sliding rear window on the Silverado or leather. Ask yourself this: honey Dijon or Dusseldorf mustard?
The answer is both.
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