Devil in My Sandwich
This is not a made up picture. I was chowing down when I saw the devil in my sandwich:
I would consider selling it for upwards of US$10K, if only I hadn’t gone ahead and eaten the rest of it. It was just too good. Maybe that was the devil in it, preventing me from attaining my riches by satisfying a transient earthly desire. Next time I’ll have to listen to the wise followers of the Grilled Cheese and Potato Wedges and make bank.
Adam is a writer, doodler, juggler, father, web developer, former polyphasic sleeper, rationalist, extropian, lucid dreamer. Not in any order.
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