I'm not a proud person as you will soon find out after reading this rather harrowing admission:
" I go in 7/11 every fucking day of the week"
I'm pretty much on first name terms with the staff now, as in they call me 'you' and I call them 'useless bastards'.
But eventually we reach the conclusion that for 1,678th time that, No, I DON'T want my fucking ham, cheese and egg toastie, toasted.
But today, my eyes were diverted from the glistening package of the toasted sandwiches to the other prepacked fellas which dwell some 3 shelves above them.
Something was a miss;
Tuna mayo - check
Cheese and Ham - Check
Putrid pretend crab - Check
Something that looks like puke in between two slices - Check.
But hey, what the fucks this..there's a sandwich that has been previously unaccounted for..
Looks quite pleasant..sausage meat and egg..let's buy it..
If you have unscathed eyesight and masturbation hasn't played a major role during the long winter evenings, you may be able to make out the sales pitch on the packet which proudly boasts..
"This sandwich is delicious, we want you to try this sandwich"
But unfortuantely it tasted like shit, so back to the good old cheese, egg and ham tomorrow.
Yeh favourite 7/11 grub, chaps?