Bad Shrooms, Dude
I took the subway yesterday with plans to meet my buddy Mario for lunch at Jay’s Deli, one my favorite sandwich spots in the city. He was already there when I arrived. “Dude, mybad for being late.” Mario said it was okay and we ordered our food. They were pretty good except that they fucked up and put one of those shitty purple mushrooms in Mario’s sandwich. He instantly shrank to half his normal height. “What-a the heck-a!” Mario exclaimed. “I want-a my money back-a!” “Calm down, ya filthy little wop,” I muttered. “This is embarrassing for me too.” I walked over to the counter and called over the employee. “Look, I’ll take one single mushroom topping — a red-spotted one.”









