"There is no way this can be correct."
"I am afraid that is right. I know you might find it hard to believe but the paperwork doesn't lie."
"It's simply impossible. No way Jose. Or Pedro. Or whatever the fuck your name is. It is just not possible."
"I am telling you it is correct senor. You order a pastrami on rye with mayonnaise. It says it right here."
"Do I look like a rube to you. A yokel. DO I LOOK LIKE I COME FROM WISCONSIN!!!!!"
"No then you would have ordered it with cheese."
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Binge watching again?
"...all politics is yokel"
~ChristopherHitchens
My Italian grandfather hated mayo. He would not allow it in his house or restaurant. His kids would visit Pollack friends if they wanted a BLT or tuna sandwich.
I've only been to one Jimmy Johns, and I ordered some kind of Italian sandwich. Watching them make it, I noticed the girl spread Mayo in the bun. Never went back.
Allen, I applaud you.
One of the few food items I can eat includes mayonnaise - deviled eggs. Duke's mayonnaise only, please, with some mustard, paprika, and of course, eggs.
Yeah, I am a regular gourmet.
Sixty, I didn't know you had diet restrictions.
Vous guys prolly hate real hollandaise sauce too. That is my personal measure of a restaurant: their hollandaise sauce. I can smell the fake shit a mile away..
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