A few months back shortly after Greg started, he went to the Subway sandwich shop down the street. After he finished his sandwich he looked a little upset. "What's wrong, Greg?," I asked. "Those bitches didn't put any fucking meat on my sandwich," he replied. He then picked up the phone, found the number of the local Subway and called them up. The conversation lasted about 5 minutes, but here was the best line:
"Motherfucker, I'm just trying to stay alive! I want to be able to taste the meat! I mean shit, I'm NOT Jared!"
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