If you look deep enough into a mans eyes you will find his soul, his true essence...
Well I may not wear glasses anymore, it's not what we're prescribed which makes us (though if you are prescribed OxyContin your doctor may be making you a junkie) but rather the content of our character. So how the fuck does this relate to sandwiches you ponder, aloud, to no one in particular.
Well today I started a new job at a cop shop, and prerequisite for employment was getting my fingerprints taken, as I wasn't booked in till 8:30 I had some extra time this morning, and some extra peameal from dinner the night before, I decided now was the time to make a defining sandwich, something to really show you who I am. Hell, if you don't know me by now, this could be my #introducemyself post (but I'm not in to scamming a bunch of newb trollers and bots)
I started with a lean piece of Canadian bacon, because that's about the best damn description of me going.
Then I poked a couple eggs in the pan, because my kids obviously.
Next? Cheese. Because if you've ever suffered my humour you'll find it cheesy, and sometimes gooey, but mainly old, sharp and cheddar.
Tomatoes, red, because I'm a lover. Toast, multigrain, because I'm wholesome. Lettuce, because I work for my money. Mayo, because #NSFW.
Looks a lot like me, disheveled, but it's heart is in the right place.
Here it is again in profile, maybe I giggled to myself giving my breakfast a mug shot.
I didn't come to win, I came to drop in and say hi to everyone of the lovely participants of the Steemit Sandwich Contest. You guys have been making some incredible sandwich art, and I am always in awe of the creativity and love you put into your work. I slap mine together rather utilitarian, as sustenance.
Im guess what I'm saying is sandwiches are like people, no two are the same and they are delicious.
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