November 19, 2002 | 4:42 PM

I just had the greatest sandwich ever.

Whole grain toasted bagel, champagne mustard, smoked gouda, and ham sausage.

Oh.My.God.

Best Sandwhich ever.

This is the Winston Churchil of sandwhiches.

The Michael Jackson (before his nose fell off) of sandwiches.

The toppermost of the poppermost of fucking ass kicking, hool-hooping, aria singing, hully-gully dancing sandwiches.

You think you can come up with a better one, ass monchichi? Yeah, I'm talking to you. I dare you. I fucking dare you.

Although I must say that the avocodo and cheddar on open faced sourdough at the Trident is pretty fucking sweet as well.

In other news, I am wearing pigtails and a short black skirt and sneakers today. I'm really in love with this outfit. I look kinda cute.

But not as cute as that sandwhich.

Oh man.