Nothing gets the clicks up quite like an unexpected ride on the gooch train: So here's a 20-pack. TWENTY. As in the number of times I have to flush a low-flow public toilet after a spirited afternoon at Olive Garden.
Protip for my evergrowing female fanbase: If you ever find yourself on the other side of that desk, don't think you're going home with a pristine chili ring. Watch as one dunce after another gets educated the hard way.