That was soon followed by the classy finish of this:

Grad parties are amazing. This being mine, it was especially a good time. Lots of people, lots of food and drinks and lots of laughs. There were Budds Family staples at the party like a rented port-a-potty, good jams, and bag playing galore. And thanks to our awesome neighbors, we had some sweet tents and even a Keg-er-ator. It kept the beer cold and extra beery. All of these components added up to a sweet night of fair weathered friends and family rocking out until who knows when.

On a completely different note, Sub City, my all-time favorite sub place, has any King sub for $4.99. I think it’s to compete with Subway’s $5 Footlong. If someone gave me an endless supply of Subway footlongs for the rest of my life or like one good Sub City, I’d take the Subway footlongs. Here’s the catch though, I’d sell the unlimited footlongs from Subway and open my own Subway for a long enough time so I could afford to buy my own Sub City. See what I did there? I thought it out. That’s what college does for you. It helps you think out pointless crap.

Finally, Tiny Toon Adventures Season One comes out on DVD and if you are any kind of human being that grew up in the early 90s, you best be grabbing a copy. Who can forget the awesome intro and catchy theme song?

“How much is the turkey going for today?”

“How much you got?”

They have a new spicy turkey sub. It’s $8.90 for the footlong. What the hell is going on? A gallon of gas and a footlong is like $1,000 now. I’m going to have to start eating those gas station hot dogs that are 2 for $1. Can’t beat that price. Or that food poisoning.

At Subway, the sandwich artist with crooked teeth starting throwing whatever ingredients she wanted on the grilled chicken sub I had to settle for. Just dressing it up herself. Then I stopped her and told her what I wanted on it and she looked at me like I interrupted her piano recital. Her hands froze over the sub like a row of black and white keys and she glared at me, taking some stuff off and sniffing loudly in that way people do when they are peeved. So I gave her the quick list of fixins and she listens and does it up. But then she throws tomatoes on it. And I say no tomatoes. And she says, “You just said tomatoes.” And I said, “But I don’t eat tomatoes. Never have never will.” And she said, “Then why did you say you wanted them on your sub?” And I said, “I didn’t. I don’t like them at all.” And she took them off and slid the sandwich over to the register to do a half-ass wrap job. And even though I wanted the combo, I couldn’t give her the satisfaction.

So Subway kind of sucks in my mind right now. I’m a much bigger Mr. Sub fan. Check my older blog for the best 90s Chicagoland commercial of all time.