* burp *

Once a year on, oddly enough, Christmas Eve we go to this little hole in the wall Italian restaurant and get grinders… hoagies? subs? Call ’em what you will. Mom gets an Italian Cold Cut, sort of a Dagwood mess of stuff and *I*, I get the Hot Sicilian which is super crisp pepperoni and SUPER crisp bacon with lettuce, oil & vinegar on a fresh baked roll. It’s evil but SOOOOOOOOO damn good.

Hawk (will suffer for days now)

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