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THE WORST SUB EVER | |||||||||||||||
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I remember it like it was yesterday. It was right around midnight, yesterday to be precise, that I got a hankering for a turkey sub. I headed up to the campus sub shop - a place I know well - and ordered a six-inch turkey sub with all my usual fixings. I didn't recognize the guy who was working that night, and I buy a lot of subs, so I was a little worried. But I thought, "Hey, there's no way anyone who works at a sub shop could be all THAT bad." Well I got taught a lesson that night, because this new guy made what was undoubtedly the Worst Sub Ever (capitals added because it's a title, like the Devil). I can't put into words all the gross mistakes this kid made, but let it be known that this sub was an aberration, a blasphemous mixture of bread, meat, cheese, vegetables, and a variety of what should be delicious condiments, all sloppily mixed together with no apparent rhyme or reason. When my roommate found me I was a wreck. I was sprawled out on the floor, knocked unconcious by the outrageous badness of this sub. A thick, honey mustard-flavored foam had formed around my mouth and a pile of meat that should have been in my belly was instead in a heap by my side, having fallen out of the poorly-constructed sandwich. My bitter tears had already washed the mayo from my cheeks, and for some reason my pants were off. As I regained conciousness, I tried to remember what happened. Why was this sub so bad? How was it possible for one man, who works at a sub shop no less, to make such an evil creation? I retraced my steps, and eventually found an answer. I remembered that as I stood patiently watching this neanderthal construct his abomination, he spoke to his coworker. His conversation went something like this: Satan's Sub-Maker: "Hey man, were you at the meeting on Monday?" Other guy: "No, I couldn't make it. What did I miss?" SSM: "Well we got these great new posters with Colin Powell and Condi Rice on them." Guy: "Great. That oughtta show those liberals who's really in favor of equality." SSM: "For real. I hate black people." AH HA! It suddenly became so clear. The person who made my sub was A REPUBLICAN. I quickly thought of every sub I had ever eaten in my whole life, and realized that they had all been made by liberals, the obvious exception being the near-lethal sub I had devoured not 10 minutes before. From my pocket I pulled my List of Things Republicans Are Good At, a copy of which I've included here. |
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This picture is of the list after I ate the sub, obviously. Before I had no idea of just how bad conservatives are at making delicious subs, but take my word for it, they are. I write these words for a purpose, and that purpose is to warn others so that they might avoid my fate. If you are buying a sub and the person making it starts to say stuff like, "Spending is the problem," or, "Marriage is between a man and a woman, and that's it!" or the all too common, "Man, do I miss Reagan," then get out of that place, because that sub could very well be your last. |
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An artist's rendering of the famous "Worst Sub Ever" Incident. | |||||||||||||||
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