Recently my wife and I stopped off at McDonalds on the way home for a couple of McFlurries – I know how to show a girl a good time! We drove up to the window to order our usual treats (we’re creatures of habit).
“Two McFlurries, please,” I said to the youth behind the bullet-proof (?) glass, “a Cadbury Flake and a ……”
The neurons in my brain had a sudden power failure. I just couldn’t remember my usual McFlurry!
I turned to my wife and asked her, “What is the one I usually have? You know, the one with the crunchy bits in it.”
She gave me the look only married men will appreciate and said, “You mean a ...... CRUNCHIE.”
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