A new addition to the menu at Little Lucca's. Pastrami, swiss, bacon, seven inch hot dog, lettuce, tomato, onion, garlic sauce, pepper sauce, mustard, on sourdough.
Point/counterpoint
Murch: Hey buddy.
Loquisha: Yo, what's crackalackin.
Murch: So how was the dog?
Loquisha: It was weird. Shit, if I wanted a hot dog, I would have gone to Hot Dog on a Stick and gotten a cherry lemonade with my meal.
Murch: That's slightly disappointing. I thought it would be a culinary masterpiece. A collision of flavors. A sandwich supernova, if you will.
Loquisha: When I seen dis shit on da menu, I said, god damn, this shit might be tasty. Meat, mo meat, some fixins. But then I took a bite of this behemoth, and I almost got me some lockjaw. The dawg kept on slidin out the side. Only thing this Lucca shit was good for was fillin me up for supper. I spent $7.52 for lunch AND dinner. Can't beat that. Oh no. Can't beat that.
Murch: How did you reheat it for your evening meal?
Loquisha: I didn't. After lunch, I threw the 1/3 left of this into the fridge. At night, I figured, what's the point of microwaving this shit, when I only got about four supersized Loquisha bites to go. So grabbed me a grape soda, and finished the rest of this bad boy.
Murch: Was it better or worse than when it was fresh and hot?
Loquisha: Pleez! You spect me to remember how that shit tasted for supper compared to lunch? Shit, I can barely remember what I ate for lunch 20 minutes ago. Collard greens? No wait, mashed potatoes and gravy? Shit, I don't even know. SO HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER! Let me just say that it's some bullshit, that they microwave the cheese onto the meat. They need to invest in a mini oven, or some shit like that. Everybody know that hot dog gets all rubbery when you throw it in the micro.
Murch: Logical conclusion, but one I could have made myself without having personal experience.
Loquisha: Oh yeah, I took a pic. When I upload it, I will send it.
Loquisha: /sending
Murch: Oh wow. I just gasped audibly.
Loquisha: You know what, Murch? I ain't gonna be lookin at my meals before I eat them anymo. Look at this picture. I think my "sandwich artist" busted a load all over the left side. Shit, I don't even know what that is! Mayo? Betta not be. I told that mofo to hold the fuckin mayo! Is it melted cheese clumps? Fuck if I know. The real question is did this ungodly sight stop me from eating my Lucca Dog? Oh hellll no, girlfriend.
Murch: I'm not sure what "busted a load" means, nor am I sure what you're referring to.
Loquisha:
Murch: Sweet sassy molassey, how many hot dogs are in there?
Loquisha: I'm tryin to watch my figure, that's why I ordered NO MAYO with my bacon, and swiss, and hot dog, and pastrami sandwich, so I'm telling you, that sumbitch better have only put in one big ass wiener in my roll.
Murch: There are one and a half wieners on this sandwich. I swear on the holy book.
Loquisha: Murch you must be out yo mind. That's just the bigger half of the wiener that's been cut in half, and then the sumbitch flattened it out when spreadin on the fixins and the bread.
Murch: No, Loquisha dear, there are clearly three halves of wiener on each half of sandwich.
Loquisha: Murch! What did five fingers say to yo sorry ass face? It's one of those jumbo hot dogs you can get from Costco. What three halves you talkin about Murch? You goin blind? Gotta get thicker glasses? Show me on that Photoshop, foo!
Murch:
Loquisha: Good lordy, Murch! Is they tryin to kill me?! They put TWO hot dogs on my low fat mayo-free sandwich? Oh lord, I can feel my arteries cloggin up as we speak. Them sumbitches.
Murch: This is like the Zapruder film.
Loquisha: I have no idea what that is.
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