Sandwich
in mrt.
one juggernaut with shoulders the width of a boeing 747 to my left, and one overside woman with too much tattoo on her arm to my right. there you have it, a delicious looking sandwich like this:
im the red bacon/meat patty/wad have u that makes a sandwich delicious. i just luv the really "big" seats that accomodates every singaporean
. luckily i have exceptional skills in conforming myself in tight situations like this.