mT:

Hehe, that's what the little triangular piece is for... so the demonstration video would have to make note: "DO NOT DISCARD... it doesn't work too well after being in the toilet bowl and is all soggy.

See, I told you that getting your incisors cosmetically altered to look like vampire teeth would have consequences.... and I suppose you've been wearing the fake blood droplets on your chin for effect as well.

You were warned that wearing a Frankensein monster mask would have that affect... tho taking it off isn't likely to help much, either.

Never go to a drive thru...

"They FUCK YOU at the drive-thru, okay? They FUCK YOU at the drive-thru!
They know you're gonna be miles away before you find out you got fucked!
They know you're not gonna turn around and go back, they don't care.
So who gets fucked? Ol' Leo Getz! Okay, sure! I don't give a fuck!
I'm not eating this tuna, okay?"

But...but...but I'm not wearing a mask!

So Fuzzy, where is this drive-thru bordello... and do they provide more than one napkin??

Ah, so reversing into the bordello drive thru insn't gonna help, then. 

Fuzzy:

Keep your dirty mouth out of my wife's thread!

Lethal Weapon!

Great film.  (to bad it got worse in each sequal).

There is an entirely valid reason for limiting the number of napkins given out with an order.....they are both MORE nutritious AND thus more expensive to produce than what they try to pass off as 'food'.

Back in 1972....when I started at RMIT [Melbourne Tech...doing Architecture] there was a sign on the toilet walls.... "Flush twice....it's a long way to the Cafe".

I can remember an Australia BEFORE there was a Makkas....or a Kentucky Fried Rabbit......

Recipe Name: Kentucky Fried Rabbit

Cuisine: Wildgame
Category: Wildgame
Preparation: bake
Temperature:
Servings: 6

Ingredients:
2 lg Rabbits, cut up
1/2 c Celery, chopped
1/2 ts Mrs. Dash (original)
1 ea Bag Shake and Bake (chicken flavor)
1/2 lb Butter


Instructions:
Add rabbit, celery and Mrs. Dash to boiling water. Boil 1/2 hour. Drain.
Use a large plastic bag for Shake and Bake. Put rabbit in bag and shake
until pieces of meat are covered. Fry rabbit with butter until crispy
brown.

KY rabbit is only in KY!

Bg: We went to Sonic for supper tonight, ordered 2 meals, and got three napkins...one for each of us (me, hubs, and the kid).  Y'all might wanna start goin' somewheres else to get the sufficient napkin count for your family . 

Yeah, well my 12 beats your measly 3!

Yeah, back in the day when you could go to a small burger shop and get a decent, made-to-order burger with BBQ sauce and beetroot  (not a burger without beetroot) and could freely add or subtract items; eg, egg and/or bacon, etc... so, so much better than that pre-cooked MacChunder mayo and pickle crap, where you get what you're given.

But alas, since the advent of MacChunder springing up in every suburb of every town, the small burger shop is largely a thing of the past and a decent burger is far and few between

I refuse point blank to put MacChunder in my mouth... so yeah, the napkins are more appetising than that stuff they serve and allege is food.

I won't get started on that greasy Kantankerous Flied Wabbit, Cat, Rat, whatever... other than to say that their reconstituted potato and gravy serves well as a glue if the sole of your shoe comes adrift.

MacChunder?

Next time you make a visit to Chicago, try Portillo's! And they let you have more than 1 napkin!

Oh, and no, there isn't a shortage of trees in the US, but everyone knows we get our napkins (and everything else) from CHINA.

I was down by Bondi Pier,
Drinkin tubes of ice cold beer,
With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee,
When I swallowed the last prawn,
I had a technicolor yawn,
And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I was sittin in the surf,
When a mate of mine called Murf,
Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me,
The bastard barely swallowed it,
When he went for the big spit,
And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I've had liquid laughs in bars,
And I've hurled from moving cars,
And I've chuckled when and where it suited me,
But if I could choose the spot,
To regurgitate me lot,
Then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea..

Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.