I did not order the shit sandwich at this restaurant.
I was with a bunch of people who wanted to try out this new restaurant. They said it was the best; you could get the best food there and we would really love it. Well, I'd heard they weren't that great, and I said so, but they all said no, no, it will be great! You have to come! So we get to the restaurant and the head waiter, a fat orange guy with a combover, hands us menus and there's prime rib and lobster and all kinds of other enticing dishes, and they're all really cheap! So we all order the prime rib.
Pretty soon the waiter comes back and sets our plates in front of us. And on each plate is a shit sandwich. Nothing else, not even a pickle or a sprig of parsley. And this one guy in our party, the guy in the red baseball cap who wanted so badly to come to this restaurant, says, Hey, what's this? We ordered the prime rib? And the fat orange waiter just laughs and says, Oh, that's only available in the private dining room upstairs. Everybody else gets shit sandwiches.
So everybody's really pissed and bewildered. I'm pissed too, but I already knew I'd get a shit sandwich, and I said, See, I told you so. Shit sandwiches for everybody.
Nevertheless, knowing that everybody else got one too didn't make mine taste any better.
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Der Fuhrer was the giant douche. 
