So last night after being like way healthy and walking and riding my bike and shit, I was really hungry and also didn't want to cook because despite my burst of exercise energy, now I was feeling all kinds of lazy. Normally, I'd be all like "hey kids, let's get takeaway" and we'd go to that place where they always get your order wrong and you don't realise until you get home and then you eat the food and spend the next five hours feeling ill and saying "Why did we do that?". BUT this time, feeling super powerful from walking and riding (it's the little things ya'll), I was like "let's get Subway". So off we go. Long story considerably shortened, those bitches did not have honey oat bread. I walked in all ready to order four subs all  on honey oat bread and they were like "yeah mate, we replaced it with our rye bread". WTAF??? Rye bread? Who the HELL eats rye bread? Newsflash, no one wants your rye bread, Subway. Honey oat was the best thing about Subway (aside from those pickles, YUM...and the cookies of which I did not partake because #newyearshealthkick). Stand with me peeps, we're bringin' honey oat back (YEAH), that rye bread is gone for a fact (yeah). Soz couldn't resist a little JT parody for the cause.