Bread on my top. The most important she in my life. I am truly sorry that you got a rotten cheesy deal, but I am one. You get blasted for being downright inconsiderate. ALL your life. If I get struck by lightning, my friends you all know why.
Bread on my bottom. We coexist. We give and take. Don't take me for granted, I am unable and unwilling to tolerate your nasty opinion of people that loves you. They fear and pamper you too much. You want to get at the bread on top through me, now you know how I can explore and spread rotten chesse to both sides. Now you are being reminded once more that the whole sandwich "kanna"!
The poor ham was left one side to witness and probably felt guilty about being the subject of the fallout. Perhaps one day, the cheese will get its just desert when the ham desert it..
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