I know it sounds crazy but whenever I touch these sandwiches.
You gonna laugh at me you gonna think I’m nuts, you’re gonna think I’m crazy.
When I touch these sandwiches I feel the hands of every person that have touched them before and after me
And I feel this jolt of like freaking lightning or something from head to the tip of the you know what.
Sometimes when I’m grabbing these sandwiches with my bare hands, I just can’t help but throw my head back
in ecstasy and moan.
So whenever I go and talk to chicks I just ah the chicks say to me “what are you doing?”
I say yes I do grab sandwiches with my bare hands at a factory and… don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me.
I feel like a spirit like an orb shooting through my body every time I grab a sandwich.
You know, a lot of people laugh at me, they beat me up, they give me black eyes, they broke my nose f-four times.
You know, because 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 dude the 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 f-freaking not if you know what I mean. No, the answer is no way.
Uh, this is the only thing that brings my life joy.
And you can beat me up you can threaten to attack me, you can throw a brick me, you can come to my house with a black SUV.
I’m not gonna stop doing this. I love the people of this country and I love giving them soggy sandwiches.
And no, I’m not gonna stop.