ack, it's in the food

It is said, as this personal touch reminds me, that I write like a French penfriend - if you've taken a GCSE French reading exam, you'll know what I mean - and while this is something that I should probably keep to myself, I feel that I owe it to my readers to be honest. I come out; I am the evil hand behind the faceless Marie, Jean-Marc, Luc, Sabine, Gaston, Giselle and Pierre, and all the pointless drivel that they come up with. If it weren't for me, you might have passed your poxy, joined-up-handwriting infested, barely intelligible, remarkably uninteresting, tawdry-anecdote-riddled, otherwise simple but-thereby-obfuscated, basic reading test. Gaston, I have a cat as well, two in fact. We have a great deal in common; let's marry!

Anyhow, I digress; I have managed to avoid eating corporate fast-food for over eight months now, a conscious decision based upon trivial personal politics and a desire to eat more healthily. For this reason alone, I might have missed out on the following gem - cheers, Spence - which is at once both quaintly amusing and somewhat disconcerting (click to enlarge):

 

Perhaps for the same reason that some anti-republicans avoid eating at Chili's - forget that they donate to the party, their food is bland enough to be avoided on merit alone - those who aren't overly keen on funding conservative biblebashers might do well to avoid In-&-Out Burger. Though with a dubious name like that, how could they be anything but liberal?