David, Lettuce, and Tomato
Dave hands me a sandwich and sits down across from me, his arms still covered in bandages from the motorcycle accident.
"So what do you think?" Dave asks, watching me take a bite.
"Good," I say, chewing. "It's a BLT."
"Ah," he says. "But it isn't!"
"Really?" I ask, looking at the sandwich, and then back at Dave. "What is it?"
"You know how Mom always said we should make lemonade when life gives us lemons?"
"Yeah..." I say, setting the sandwich down.
"That is no mere sandwich, little brother," he says, gesturing with a flourish, "that is a scabwich!"
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August 28, 2006
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When, oh WHEN, am I ever going to learn not to visit this blog on my lunch break?
Posted by: Marcus Aurelius | August 28, 2006 at 02:26 PM
Reminds me of one of my favorite jokes indicating that the main difference between boogers and scabs is the taste.
Posted by: Cody McComas | August 28, 2006 at 10:37 PM
So do scabs actually taste like bacon?
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Posted by: Shawn | August 29, 2006 at 07:08 PM
Indeed they do!
Like cold, wet (but crisp!) bacon.
Posted by: Dean | August 30, 2006 at 09:43 AM
That was a rhetorical question. Really.
Eurgh.
Posted by: Shawn | August 30, 2006 at 02:46 PM
that's sick, dean. so you've actually eaten them before?...
Posted by: clairedelune | April 17, 2008 at 06:01 PM