Lo, What divine miracle do I find in my mouth right now!
Be this the son of God, sent to me in the form of a sandwich?
The best sandwich man has ever known?
Wherefore art thou, thai chicken panini?
If only. If only you could experience this sandwich bliss. It has recalled me to life, like Jean ValJean. It makes me want to be a better man, like Helen Hunt. It completes me, like Re...you get the point.
Aside from the "sambo" (what they call sandwiches over here. Holy food racism!), my day is crap today. I'm swamped with work, I'm tired, my hair's gone funky, my boss has some serious man PMS, I'm homesick, and blah, and blah, and blah. I'm in no mood for blogging today. No humour!
Go on. Get. Scoot.
Be this the son of God, sent to me in the form of a sandwich?
The best sandwich man has ever known?
Wherefore art thou, thai chicken panini?
If only. If only you could experience this sandwich bliss. It has recalled me to life, like Jean ValJean. It makes me want to be a better man, like Helen Hunt. It completes me, like Re...you get the point.
Aside from the "sambo" (what they call sandwiches over here. Holy food racism!), my day is crap today. I'm swamped with work, I'm tired, my hair's gone funky, my boss has some serious man PMS, I'm homesick, and blah, and blah, and blah. I'm in no mood for blogging today. No humour!
Go on. Get. Scoot.
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