Some days—and by that I mean every single day ever—all you need is some sandwiches. Today, of course, was one such day.

Will you just look at that? That’s a freaking feast right there. Turkey, cheese, lettuce, black pepper, bacon, toasted bread… then some juice and milk for good measure.
I remember one time, walking back from a beer hall with some friends, my good brother Carl said, “Man, you guys are great. But not as great as sandwiches.”
Indeed, Carl. Indeed.
Such sandwiches could end wars.
Indeed, Will. Indeed.