You Are a Club Sandwich |
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Some people consider you high maintenance, but you just know what you want… and when you want it. Your best friend: The Tuna Fish Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich |
What Kind of Sandwich Are You?
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Turns out my best friend is PB&J!!
Club here too – those damned toothpicks though . . . .
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Also a Club. Though I rather thought Grilled Cheese would be my best friend …
Wow. I’m a liverworst. Spelled exactly that way.
My best friend is a tongue sandwich. I’m sure that’s true.
This was fun.
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Wow – I’m your best friend! So is azahar.
No Archie, you are my best friend. And Rain’s.
I have no idea whose best sandwich friend I happen to be. Hasn’t come up yet. Should I be worried?
Oops, please disregard that last sentence! :)
I’m tuna. Hmph.
If you were a hotdog and you were starving, would you eat yourself? I know I would. First, I’d smother myself in brown mustard and relish. I’d be delicious!
Eeeeoooowww – sorry Guys – but have that image in my mind now : an Azahar Sandwich mixed with a Flavadave Hotdog all slapped together with that relish and mustard. Oh gosh – now I remember why I dislike mustard so!!
flavadave, I’m not flexible enough. But I’m taking yoga, so wish me luck!
Hmmmm, now I want to head to the Ovaltine for a Grilled Cheese sandwich.
Ha ha!! I knew it would come to this. I am a PB & J. My mortal enemy is the………..wait for it………
“Club Sandwich”
RC, I am keeping one eye open waiting for the attack……Ha ha!
That won’t do you any good, thanks to my new “cultural exchange program” with the Romulans.
I’m a grilled cheese, which is suitable, I think. I mean, I guess I’m like gooey and steamey and stuff.
Steamy? I’m about a half second away from a bad pun about how your grill works…
Hmm…….ok…….well that train of thought has now derailed. Shields UP!
Too late. I shot you last week and you’ve been dead ever since and in Limbo. Because you both live and work in the suburbs, however, I doubt you’ve noticed a difference.