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sammich
Grandma: Holy crackers! Bruce! You’re alive!
Bruce: ‘Course I’m alive, woman. I was in the kitchen, fixin me up a tasty sammich.
Grandma: What kind of sammich?
Bruce: Peanut butter and wombat. With some pickles to give it that extra kick.
Grandma: That’s some damn fine wombat. I haven’t had wombat that good since the Alabama State Fair in 1938.
Bruce: ‘Course I’m alive, woman. I was in the kitchen, fixin me up a tasty sammich.
Grandma: What kind of sammich?
Bruce: Peanut butter and wombat. With some pickles to give it that extra kick.
Grandma: That’s some damn fine wombat. I haven’t had wombat that good since the Alabama State Fair in 1938.
sammich by Girl in chair.... February 8, 2007