Mmmm, yummy crisps!
I was up to this and that in Undergrad days of yore at an Architecture school that rhymes with 'Fartlett', when I found a dead sparrow on a windowsill. I decided to remove said dead bird and placed it in the nearest receptacle that came to hand... an empty crisp packet.

I was walking through the studios to put it in a bin and spied a girl who I thought was a bit up herself. So I walked past her holding the open packet, pretending to munch on a tasty potato crisp. Of course, without so much as a "Golly, Pastor, those sure look like mighty fine crisps! Might I possibly have one?", she shoved a scrawny mitt straight into the packet.

She let out a blood-curdling scream and ran off in floods of tears. I got a bollocking because, naturellement, she went blubbing straight to the Feds, and had to apologise nicely, but it was pretty funny.
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