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TONY LEUNG IN THAT CHECKERED SHIRT = BEST.
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Damon Wayans Jr. and Eliza Coupe.
Best TV Couple
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This is from the Ariel Animator Doll!!!
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…and gave me someone else’s sandwich instead. I ordered a Seafood 6-inch Sub with all the goodness of fake-crab-meat and mayonnaise on toasted white bread. The guy in front of me ordered a Roast Beef Sub on wheat bread with lettuce, olives, cucumbers, no sauce, and no salt or pepper. He looked like a regular. I remember feeling embarrassed placing my order cos his sounds super healthy while mine was bursting with cheese and mayo. When it was time to take our subs, he was convinced that his sub was the one that was supposed to be mine. Anyway, I went home. Bummed around for a bit before eventually unwrapping my sub after an hour, and found olives sticking out of some wheat bread. I was pissed mostly cos I was reaaaally looking forward to eating fake crab meat on toasted white bread. But I was hungry so decided to eat it anyway. Then I started to wonder what the guy on the other end felt like when he opened his sub. MY sub. I have since then, btw, referred to him in my head as “that hippie who ordered the roast beef sub with no sauce”. Did he throw away the sandwich, or went back to Subway? Did he decide to give MY SUB a try? I concluded that the Roast Beef sub wasn’t that bad. I wonder if he felt any sort of resentment towards me. I wonder if that guy even remembers me, cos I was pretty reluctant to let him take the sandwich without checking first. I had a gut feeling the sandwich he took was mine. Interestingly enough, I guess you could tell a lot about a person from his sandwich preference. But then I do tend to overanalyze. It’s weird to be strangely connected to a stranger through a sub. It’s like I’m invading their lives… through sandwich. I dunno, I’m just really into food.