Monday, November 10, 2008

Love Hate


Just like the Union Custom House Iuter Clan binder, my wife's sando's reek of Love and Hate. Love being the crust nicely cut off, Hate being nothing but heels.

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  1. Anonymous5:34 PM

    Surprised her shit hasn't killed you yet.
    Martha Stewart she ain't.



    I wood've

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  2. We throw the heels away

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  3. that ones got both heels. no matter how long i forman'd it, it still tasted like shit.

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  4. Anonymous3:55 PM

    Looks like a half ass job by the wife for sure. She cuts the crust off one side then sucker punches you with the hidden heel? I'm sure the heel side was hidden, facing down in your Tupperwear. Reminds of a time I nailed a fat chick. She wore a freakin trench coat until the minute I got her naked. After slobbering on her for a while, I had a sense that something was wrong. It was confirmed the second I peeled the outer layer of this onion. Normal from the gut north, but giant fat ass from the hips south. I nearly gagged. But I was halfway home, so what the hell. I made the best of it, just like you should with that sanwich that your loving wife packed for you. God bless her soul. Rather than spend your hard earned shred/blow money on fresh, soft, delicious bread, she conserved. Now wash it down with a large glass of refreshing tap water and get back to work.

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  5. Hold up? Your wife makes you lunch everyday? Quit complaining already, you got it made!

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  6. times are tough, atleast you got meat on the sammy, we got PPJ over here... try a double heal ppj

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