I get more hits when I say things like “porn” or “fuck” in the post title.

My co-worker, Laura, and I decided we needed to stop spending all this money at campus restaurants, so we made a bet to see who can go the longest without going out for lunch. Whoever caves first buys the other a meal. I’m going to win—easily—but she’s been trying to tempt me by sending me pictures of food. Mostly of tuna sandwiches. I’m not a huge fan of tuna sandwiches, generally, but Cafe Bristol makes AMAZING tuna sandwiches that I was getting at least once a week. Laura doesn’t generally like tuna sandwiches either, but honestly, these sandwiches are magical. They’re the sandwich to make Palestine and Israel get along.

The pictures of the sandwiches, though, are really not appetizing at all. She said she was trying to lead me astray with tuna sandwich porn, but no low-end tuna porn is going to make me lose this bet. I’m fiercely competitive and I’ve got enough Amy’s stocked up to last me for weeks.