"I will need a doggie bag for my tooth, please."

it is the one year anniversary of the "screw in the food" incident. therefore, i think this would be the appropriate time to recount the happenings of that memorable night. i was in a one act play called "desire, desire, desire" and afterwards a group of us decided to celebrate the success of the evenings performance. we went to the villiage inn, a popular hang out spot among students and hoodlums alike. it was a wonderful moment when our food arrived (it always is, isn't it?). half way through the meal, i could hear a quiet voice across the table from me utter these words, "there is a screw in my eggs". everyone silently stared at mr. adam skousen, owner of the mysterious declaration. he said it once again, and this time, much louder, "THERE IS A SCREW IN MY EGGS!" we immediately called the waitress over to our table. after nearly two minutes of convincing her that we did not plant the screw in the eggs as a prank, she took the plate back to the kitchen. she came back and said (famous last words), "we are very sorry for what has happened. the manager would like to offer you 35% off of your meal."