On the eighth day, God created salmon patties and saw that they were good.

And on the ninth day, God created tartar sauce so he could have salmon patty sandwiches.

And on the tenth day, God created bread, having overlooked that little item when he had the salmon patty sandwich brainstorm.

And on the eleventh day, God created napkins to wipe the tartar sauce from his beard.

And on the twelfth day God said, "Good Me! I feel like deep-fried doo-doo! Wonder if there was something wrong with that salmon?"

And on the thirteenth day, god invented diarrhea.

And on the fourteenth day, God felt a lot better but swore never to eat salmon patties again.

And on the fifteenth day, God created the Reuben sandwich and saw that it was good.

(Yes, I just posted this same thing over at Tweed's Blues. So what? It's not verbatim the same anyway. I changed "samwich" to "sandwich" because this is a higher class joint.)