I can't believe it's not a parody.

Butter also finds a way into the wifey's anal cavity, where it provides a lubricant for services that her vast, cavernous vagina can no longer laudably provide for the hubby. Jesus Christ, it's a like a BB in a boxcar when he comes by the front door. Just an echoing, flappy void. God, she's ragged.

As Sally slowly mixes the cheese sauce, Sally considers the question of her own sexuality, she honestly doesn't find the concept of marrying Roger all that interesting. The neighbor girl Mary though certainly has becoming prettier and prettier. By the time Sally has completed the sauce for the rarebit she has finally decided that yes, this whole lesbian thing might just be right for me, and golly I really do like the look of tattoos and flannel.

I also submitted this because the distortion at the beginning sounds a little like the STALKER vehicle glitch.

Passes the Bechdel test! Thumbs up!

(Assuming they are talking about sandwhiches)

That's right ladies, make all the food. Use the stove, even. Now cut to boys pigging out.

Let's Make A Lie That Requires A Gas Range is more like it. "Sandwich" may be in the name, but an "open-faced sandwich" is hardly a sandwich. Damn the American Gas Association and their anti-cold-cut propaganda.

heh tuna sandwiches

Wait, are they saying a hot dog is a sandwich?