Monday, August 7, 2017

A Tribute to a Sandwich

Over the weekend I had two of what I will call "cafeteria sandwiches" because they're what your ma might have packed you for lunch in the second grade. Or maybe what you packed yourself for work today if you're living life right. We're talking about 97 cent white bread, questionable ham and cheese, a heaping pile of pickles, a hearty scoop of mayo followed by a generous squirt of mustard. 

If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right. 

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