I didn’t mean that I would actually eat my wife. I don’t really have a wife. I meant if I had married the sandwich and it was my wife……… But marrying a sandwich is really weird too. I think I might not marry that sandwich anymore. We can just saty friends or something.
So I’ve been having some crazy dreams about this sandwich lately and I actually found myself eating my pillow in the middle of the night. It was pretty crazy, I know. But I did it anyway and just had to tell everyone.
So the other night I decided to try to make a sloppy joe sandwich and it was mad sloppy. It was funny because I had no clue where the meat was from or anything, just sittin in the refrigerator. The sandwich was gross, so I gave it to a hobo. It didn’t like it either.
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Wow, man that is a big sandwich!
If I could i’d marry that sandwich no questions asked…………….. Well then I might accidentally eat my wife which would suck.
I didn’t mean that I would actually eat my wife. I don’t really have a wife. I meant if I had married the sandwich and it was my wife……… But marrying a sandwich is really weird too. I think I might not marry that sandwich anymore. We can just saty friends or something.
So I’ve been having some crazy dreams about this sandwich lately and I actually found myself eating my pillow in the middle of the night. It was pretty crazy, I know. But I did it anyway and just had to tell everyone.
So the other night I decided to try to make a sloppy joe sandwich and it was mad sloppy. It was funny because I had no clue where the meat was from or anything, just sittin in the refrigerator. The sandwich was gross, so I gave it to a hobo. It didn’t like it either.
May I get the recipe for the Hobo sandwich?would love to make a few for the Buckeye Game.Thanks