Joe was at a local festival last summer, eating the greasy food (he may have even had fried dough), walking around to all the booths, etc. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an old friend he hadn’t seen in years.
This guy was big. Like “The Rock” big. He’d always been that way, even in high school.
Anyways, he was taking in a circle of other guys, and Joe saw he was eating a basket of french fries.
Joe walked up behind his long-lost friend, stuck his arm across his body, and grabbed a french fry out of the basket.
“Mmmmm, french fries,” Joe said, sticking the fresh-cut potato into his mouth.
The guy turned to see what was going on, and found Joe, smiling. The smile quickly turned to a look of sheer terror. It was not his friend.
The confused meat-head stared back at him. “Dude, what the fuck?” he asked.
Joe mumbled something inaudible, and promptly got the hell out of there.