Hola Bitcholas,
A little while ago we posted a picture of my 'sad sandwich' lunch. I'd gone to our little food court and got a sad sandwich...albeit, freaky fast. It happens sometimes.
See also: My sad sandwich...
Actually, since I posted my sad sandwich, I went to a different sandwich place and ordered a chicken salad sandwich with hot peppers. Don't judge. Anyway, I got my sandwich, walked back to work, opened my sandwich and it was missing one crucial ingredient...the chicken salad.
Ah, but most certainly, I bring a sandwich from home, I will have taken the time to hook it up...and I mean hook it the F**K up!
No, Mike makes a homemade sandwich and brings THIS in.
I don't wanna poop on the man's sandwich, but how can I NOT! Look at that thing!
To Mike's credit, he ate that sad, sad, sad thing with pride.
To put in perspective, I may or may not have spent some time in a jail cell (jail, not prison) and the sandwich they offered was better than that! Well, it looked better anyway.
Ok, I'm outta here.
Until tomorrow, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!
