Mike: Mikki, go to the kitchen and make me a sammich.
Mikki: Make your own damn sammich!
Mike: Bitch, please!
It is pure delight spread between two pieces of bread.
Sammiches should make the person eating them very happy.
Sammiches are not sold anywhere,
they must be made by a person specificly for whoever is consuming them.
The bread should look very cartoonish.
kaite:"ohhh. I'll make u a sammich."
Boy: Make me a sammich
Girl: A what?
Boy: Nevermind, I'll go make a sandwich.
Girl: That's what I thought.
I would let a lady make me a Sandwich, but a Sammich, of Epic proportions can only be made By a True Warrior... rather then use a knife to cut it, He shall slice it in half with a Bastard Sword still soaked in the blood of Enemies he had driven before him, while letting out a mighty Roar!
I now have the strength to defeat the Nazis! Thanks John Wayne!