Whuthufuh?

So tonight, as is our fine Friday night tradition of ordering take-out, we called in the usual digits from our friendly neighbourhood Nammer noodle joint.

And, as is their fine tradition, they always take far longer than the promised fifteen minutes.

And tonight, it was indeed far, faaaaaar longer.

So, despite showing up half an hour after ordering and waiting around until SiKay could no longer resist the tractor beam of the fecal-tainted gumball-and-crappy-leaded-toys-from-China machines, we went for a little walk to the drugstore on the next block. It didn't take long before we spotted something of arresting, appalling interest:

Whuthufuh? Like, WHUTHUFUH!?

Oooooohhhhh, okaaaay...

But this. Is. Still. So... WRONG.