Today my fellow front man introduced me to a couple of fast food terms.
The fry vat had to be emptied and cleaned out. When that was done, I found a large pile of shriveled, rock hard, deep jet-black looking things the crew had left sitting on the counter. My front man explained "we call those little darkies."
"Let me guess -- the raw, frozen, uncooked pale white fries in the bag we call little honkies." My front man confirmed my estimation.
"Dude..." I chuckled. "That is SO wrong! Lightning is going to strike, you know...."
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