~Onion bagel (fine.)
~Cream cheese (okay.)
~Sausage (with cream cheese?! Getting worse...) and...
~GRAPE JAM!!!!!!
Think about it now. All those tastes, together. The jam, the sausage...My mind, it is boggled. As nasty as that is, my primary question upon seeing this was not, "How in the hell are you going to eat this?" but rather, "In the name of all that is holy, how did you come to put these things together in the first place?!"
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You're probably not going to believe this - but I was that man in front of you in line at, well, let's just leave the name of that establishment to ourselves...we don't need those lines getting any longer, do we?! (yuk, yuk). Now, first of all, I must say that my order was no less revolting than your constant belching or nose picking, but that being said - there is a story behind my order - and since I know you will feel horrible once you've heard my tale - I profer my acceptance of your apology in advance.
My soccer team was flying back from our big game when we crashed in the Andes. It was bad. Very cold. So very cold. And nothing to eat but each other. Some, Carlos, Manuel, Esteban and Dave resorted to cannonballism. But I could not bring myself to do it. So I ate the onion bagels and cream cheese and grape jelly and sausage sandwiches (of which we had ample supply) until we were rescued. Interestingly enough, it tasted like chicken. So to commemorate my salvation at the hands of this concoction, I eat it every day. I hope, Miss, that this will teach you once and for all, not to judge a man by his onion bagel/cream cheese/grape jelly/sausage order.
All the best and God Bless,
Alejandro Pena Christobal Montoya del Mar
Chile City, Chile
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