A few minutes ago, this came up from the loud mouth of the man who lives in the apartment directly beneath mine: “Just plain old meat and bread, don’t even put no cheese on it. I know your ass now; you just want to argue. Meat and bread—that’s all. I don’t want to argue.”
what can i say? the bitch is always trying to put cheese on my goddam sandwich. christ on a crutch, charles, surely you can understand my frustration!