Feeds:Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost
I am constantly vexed by my inability to make a proper sandwich. This inability has its roots in the fact that I don't own any bread. Constant vexation!
Furthermore, there appears to be nowhere in the immediate area where I can buy a sandwich, with the lone exception of a coffee shop that will sell me a tiny, tiny sandwich at a double-sandwich price. Accursed hipster price-gouging!
Thus I am doomed to a sandwichless existence, which, since I don't have any other food either, means I pretty much don't ever eat supper. Grr, hiss! Alas!
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