The ingredients are, “chicken cutlet, melted mozzarella, tomato and our own secret sauce.” Guess what I don’t want to think about when ordering a sandwich? If you guessed semen, obnoxiously tired and hackneyed jokes, and juvenile sexism, you’d be right. I guess Bill Maher isn’t the only person in New York who doesn’t know that telling Clinton/Lewinsky jokes wasn’t funny in 1998, much less 2008.
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March 30, 2008 at 7:00 pm
Does anyone actually order a sandwich that the restaurant implies that the cook ejaculated on?
March 30, 2008 at 9:06 pm
That is what I’d like to know. Gross and disgusting
March 30, 2008 at 9:18 pm
Yeah, I went ahead and didn’t order it. I got the Clinton instead, a chicken salad and bacon sandwich sans special sauce. It’s funny how there is no insult implied in the ingredients in his sandwich.
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