Sandwich

I know it sounds crazy but whenever I touch these sandwiches, you’re gonna laugh at me, you’re gonna think I’m nuts, you’re gonna think I’m crazy, when I touch these sandwiches I feel the hands of every person who touched them before me and after me, and I feel this jolt of like fricking lightning or something from my hand to the tip of my you-know-what. Sometimes while I’m grabbing these sandwiches with my bare hands I just can’t help but just throw back my head in ecstasy and moan. So whenever I go out and talk to chicks the chicks say to me “What do you do?” and I say “Yes, I do grab sandwiches with my bare hands in a factory”. And don’t laugh at me, I feel like a spirit like an orb shoot through my body every time I put out a sandwich. You know a lot of people laugh at me, they beat me up, they give me black eyes, they broke my nose 4 times you know because I just like to make sandwiches and I get bullied about it, I get bullied for it, and they pull my underwear up and doo-doo feces does fall out because of how hard they pull. But will I stop grabbing sandwiches with my bare hands and moving them down the assembly line? Absolutely fricking not if you know what I mean, like no, it’s just no way. This is the only thing that brings my life joy, and you can beat me up, you can threaten to kill me, you can dox me, you can come to my house in a Black SUV, I’m not gonna stop doing this. I love the people of this country, I love giving them soggy sandwiches and no, I’m not gonna stop.

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