Back in the ole’ century, was the Spring of nineteen hundred seventy six, I emancipated myself from New Jersey. On that adventure across the USofA, I had the great displeasure to be introduced to said egg sandwich for less than a dollar. The rancid revenge it took on my lower gastrointestinal system is now legendary among my drunken tails that my Dear Wife is all too familiar with. Never Again I Say!
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