On Thursdays, I usually go out to the local Subway restaurant with a couple of friends to eat a sub and to celebrate the approach of the weekend, but I was unable to join them today! Horrible! Disastrous! Dreadful! Apalling! Shocking! Here is a love poem, which is my way of apologizing to the almighty Italian BMT.
I love you so much
I can’t even explain
You are my love and forever friend,
There is nothing I could want
More than you.
You are so special
In your own unique way.
There is nothing I could trade you for,
because I love you too much,
To just pass you by
And say my last goodbyes.
I’ll see you again next week, my dear Italian BMT.
If anyone knows how I can combine this with donating to PETA, feel free to comment on this.
This poem is pure plagiarism!!!
If Kim Yong Il would see this, you would receive the death penalty, man! You would go down! (evil!) (evil!)
I trusted you man! I was sincerely touched by the fine words you supplied to me… But is was all a fraud…. Why, I ask you, Why!
Just wait and see! In a few hours we’ll be sitting at Subway, and I will show you the real Franklin.
what dose B M T stand for?
thanks
Biggest, Meatiest, Tastiest!
i think it stands for peanut butter and jelly which makes as little sense as possible, which is of course the goal of the name.