once or twice a year, probably hung over maybe still drunk, i'll wake up and order 3 of them. usually some form of cheesesteak, a subway club, and a subway melt. generally i will just toss the top bun, stack the meat from one half onto the other half, and toss out that other bottom half bun, and just eat that footlong's worth of meat with half a bottom bun.  it all tastes the same, and shitty to boot but sometimes just hits the spot due to nostalgia. same with taco bell. i love it, even though while literally chewing it at the time the thought runs through my head that it tastes somewhat like vomit and can't figure out why
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