The Makin' Of yer Perfect Sandwich
Sep. 19th, 2011 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nyykiThere be nothin' so personal as yer sandwich. Though ye mateys may think they's close enough mates to ye, they can't be makin' a right and proper sandwich for ye, and every man jack with the sense of a sea snail knows it.A sandwich airn't like a hammock, er even the pickin' of a book, as there be too many things a-changin' in each lad or lass's bonnie sandwich.
Think of it, me friends and mates, does ya like yer meat slices thick or thin? What condiments be ye choosin'? And just how much lettuce, termato, ernions, and other vegetable does ye like, ye limey swags?There just be too much of what the landlubbers call "Individual preference" in the innards of a sandwich, and we're not even down to the hull of yer creation, the bread, er we, me boys?
So you be knowin, mateys, when ye found the right lad or lass, when they makes ye the perfect sandwich. Arrr, thems the life. Yet it's as rare as landlubbers knowin' their port from their starboard and their stern from their bow. I tain't never heer'd of it meself, that someone could make me the perfect sandwich, More t'en often, I has to say, "Avast, bloke, you'll not be buggerin' up me sandwich! Shove off wid ye, and let mee row me own boat, as it were!" It's just too much of ye self in that creation, believe ye me. Now, I know other mates do their level best, doesn't they, but arr, it just ain't enough, cause no one else can pack yer bearth, ye know what I mean, matey?
So's tell me, ye ever had someone else make ye the perfect sandwich? And I don't mean any landlubber PB&J or other sandwich that even a cabin boy could make, no sir me matey, but a real sandwich. What say ye, mateys?
Think of it, me friends and mates, does ya like yer meat slices thick or thin? What condiments be ye choosin'? And just how much lettuce, termato, ernions, and other vegetable does ye like, ye limey swags?There just be too much of what the landlubbers call "Individual preference" in the innards of a sandwich, and we're not even down to the hull of yer creation, the bread, er we, me boys?
So you be knowin, mateys, when ye found the right lad or lass, when they makes ye the perfect sandwich. Arrr, thems the life. Yet it's as rare as landlubbers knowin' their port from their starboard and their stern from their bow. I tain't never heer'd of it meself, that someone could make me the perfect sandwich, More t'en often, I has to say, "Avast, bloke, you'll not be buggerin' up me sandwich! Shove off wid ye, and let mee row me own boat, as it were!" It's just too much of ye self in that creation, believe ye me. Now, I know other mates do their level best, doesn't they, but arr, it just ain't enough, cause no one else can pack yer bearth, ye know what I mean, matey?
So's tell me, ye ever had someone else make ye the perfect sandwich? And I don't mean any landlubber PB&J or other sandwich that even a cabin boy could make, no sir me matey, but a real sandwich. What say ye, mateys?
