Five Dollar
Subway, you’re killing me.
Do you know the type of looks I’ve been getting? I’m getting the disgusted, “she must be a porn subscriber” look. I may as well be, bopping in line at the store and singing the five dollar foot long song. I really can’t help it, it’s stuck in my head.
Five dollar, Five dollar, (waving and shaking a five-spread fingered hand, like it’s a tambourine, in front of my face)
Five dollar foot loooooooonnngg (this is where I really get down, swooping my arm downwards into an arc, knees bent with a little bounce, then one final dramatic Elvis style knee bend).
Thanks Subway. The man working behind the meat counter, thanks you too.
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