Go f*&% yourself, Subway

Eight! Eight-dollar! Eight-dollar footlooooooong!!! Sons of bitches. I am a pretty loyal Subway diner, as you can see by the now ridiculous amount of posts about the place, but they tricked me the other day and I'm not happy about it.

True, I'm the idiot who didn't see the obvious, but it sucked anyway. I'm not generally a footlong kind of guy; half of that is fine. But five dollars is five dollars!

Five dollars for any regular footlong ... any regular footlong. Well excuse me Subway, but pastrami is my regular f*#%ing sandwich! Define regular. Boring? Does it mean I can't add bacon and meatballs to my tuna sandwich for $5?

Do you know what it's like to pay $8 for a sandwich?! It doesn't feel very good. And I've learned that an $8 sandwich, however long it may be, tastes bitter and full of hatred. Maybe it was just old mayonnaise.