HECK! said this in post #15 : We live in a world that has sandwiches, and those sandwiches have to be guarded by men with the balls to not call them burgers or burritos. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Dekka? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the burger fans, and you curse the burrito lovers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That calling a sandwich a sandwich, while tragic, probably clears up a lot of confusion. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, stops confusion. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at McDonalds, you want me eating that sandwich, you need me eating that sandwich. We use words like bun, mustard, lettuce. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending sandwiches. You use them as a condiment. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a person who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very sandwich law that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a sandwich, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you a sandwich is!
someone PLEASE put that in a hall of fame somewhere!
"I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." - Carrie Bradshaw
"The danger of an adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort" - Paulo Coehlo
Live your life like it's your last day on earth
Life is not how many breaths you take, but how many moments take your breath away.
HECK! said this in post #15 : We live in a world that has sandwiches, and those sandwiches have to be guarded by men with the balls to not call them burgers or burritos. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Dekka? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the burger fans, and you curse the burrito lovers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That calling a sandwich a sandwich, while tragic, probably clears up a lot of confusion. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, stops confusion. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at McDonalds, you want me eating that sandwich, you need me eating that sandwich. We use words like bun, mustard, lettuce. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending sandwiches. You use them as a condiment. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a person who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very sandwich law that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a sandwich, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you a sandwich is!
AWARD WINNER!! 
11-15-2006 05:44 PM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
