So I woke up for a midnight snack and decided, “What could be better than a good old sandwich right now?” I found the open loaf of bread on the kitchen dark black kitchen counter, and inside the bag, only the ends were left. You know, like the pieces no one wants? *cough cough* It’s like in the end they finally get together and meet another piece of bread that can relate, and boom, happily ever after, but sadly life aint that easy. These bitches were stale and crusty rejects. That shit makes a good love story, but not a good sandwich. smhh.