I couldn't resist borrowing (read stealing) this photo from a blog that I follow (A shoutout goes out to What Were You Thinking). It reminded me of an evening, a drive-thru and a walrus impersonation - just ask Mags at Simply Mags. You can head over there for the whole (or at least part) of the story.
We were in our early 20s with not a care in the world. It was after a night of dancing and drinking (none for me as the DD) and we visited a drive-thru Burger King. Mags chose the wrong time to show us her walrus impersonation and we ended up with bloodied handprints in the back window of my 1990 Nissan Micra, along with blood-spiked milk. We still laugh over it. We weren't laughing then (okay, I was) but now it's a running joke. Mags is forbidden to even touch a straw.