Matt, I'm glad you don't think I am an axe murderer. I mean, it's completely normal to keep sandwiches in my basement and lower a tub of margarine down to them in a rope-tethered basket...right? It rubs the margarine on its bun, or else it gets the hose again.
As for hobbies, I'm not sure how impressive they are to Big Jimmy and his Aussie sandwich. I was once lucky enough to win the intramural marbles championship in college. I would practice 14, 15 hours a day. Nothing can really prepare you for the rigors of a marathon sandwich session like hunching over a bunch of marbles all day. And the thumb calluses. Hoo boy.
I really value your advice - and Shank, your sandwich looks delicious, as well - so I feel that I have to be completely honest with you. I'm having second thoughts about making this new commitment because I can't get an old love out of my head. There's a thread floating around where folks name the best day of their lives. Some named football games, births, marriages. But me? I just can't shake the memories of my second sandwich.
It was June 6th, 1989. I went with a bunch of my friends to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, and afterwards we headed to the deli across the street. Nobody could decide on what to get and asked for my opinion. My friends probably can't remember that I suggested the BLT that day, but I'll never forget. The juicy tomato....the crunchy bacon....crisp lettuce. It was the beginning of a torrid affair.
What should I do? These memories are flooding back, but I really want to try this bold, new taste. Maybe I should just fax in my order.