About this Blog

As is quite obvious, this blog is called, "Ay yo I need a sammich." Unless you are either Brian or Dave (which you probably are if you are reading this) you won't know to what this title is referring. This is the story of how it happened, poorly portrayed by yours truly.
It all happened on a Friday. It was the last day of legitimate school before exam week, so to celebrate me and my two friends Dave and Brian went to Wendy's for the traditional celebratory BACONATOR! I honestly believe that Dave and I have together given enough money to Wendy's to get a sammich named after us. We probably end up going there twice a weekend. (BT-dubs, Brian's website is linked under, "Bry Guy's Site." Visit it.) Anyways, we got there and stood in line and ordered our delicious BACONATORS! After we ordered, I noticed the dude taking my order. He was this tall blond guy fit to wear flat-brimmed hats with douchey earing included. After I ordered I couldn't help but falling on the floor laughing because of how he asked for my sandwich from one of the lesser cronies of Wendy's. Instead of politely asking, "Fellow employee of the fine Wendy's food establishment, winner of the Zagat award for best fast food joint, won't you kindly fetch me a delicious BACONATOR! for this upstanding youth?" He opted for the, "Ay, Yo! Get me a sammich! I need some fries yo! Hey yo, put some ketchup on that sammich!" Notice the exclamation points, put there for the expression of loud, ridiculous obnoxiousness only expected of such a prime example of pure douchebag. He has become one of my favorite icons of what Newtown stands for, along with the future life-partner of Tim Gillis. Hopefully he has enough of a life to not read that.