A guy went to JJ to get his wife's sandwich. He saw the letters "b i t c h' on it, and cussed out the counter people. When he got home, his wife asked if he picked up her bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwich with cheese.
I'm not sure I should laugh at the good joke, or be weirded out at a BLT+ cheese? (I guess it could work with the right cheese and bread, but I'm not sure about that combo on J.J. bread.)
This is too funny even though the 'fees & taxes" will start flowing in soon to fix (mostly) Chicago's roads next year, and a few of downstate's crumbling roads.