Photo courtesy of Odin Smith.
Receipt from burger shop in Osaka, Japan.
You come and come again, but me…? It’s all pleasure for you and presure for me.
We blow me down
We hope you come together with your friends next time. You just have to tell ’em how much preasure it would be.
Presure? Thank God, I thought it was a heart attack!
Plesse, do not presure.
I presume it will be your presure.
I hope that isn’t the presure that squirts the mayo onto the burgers.
Presure or pre-sure: meaning if you come again we will
be sure you buy again from our shop.
But because you haven’t come back yet, we are only presure.
And the more burgers you eat, the greater the presure on the seat.
Pleasure and volume is inversely related. The more I eat, the lesser the pleasure.
That sort of comment isn’t going to help
Reciept from suck ho building.
Self service only…
Oh, I’m sorry, I promise I will be less picky next time.
If you felt under pressure with me, you won’t want to have my mother-in-law visit you.
There’s no presing some people
Life is full of presure.
Fast food restaurants usually think about your health. Many offer salads and such, and others give subtle hints you order way too many burgers.
Where the comma is make it sound like, “Thank you for coming we hope.”
Did you want fries with that or were you faking it?
Get your sperring collect, prese !
No presure luv. A gentleman; always takes his weight on his elbows.
Careful. Too much pressure explodes the chicken.
Wee hope you were coming, and not going.
Beware! The Peking Duck explodes the Chicken
Healthy presure is good for you
That is the same stub I give to my in-laws after each and every visit with our family.
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