"They had legs that didn't know when to stop and shorts that didn't know when to start."
ZeffSyde
As a child of the 80s and former smoker, I actually find the lingering smell of cigarettes in a smoking room super comforting, to the point that if a hotel has a smoking room option I take it.
You have to kind of service the top edge of the hole with the tip of the straw to soften it up before you guide it the rest of the way in.
Oh crap. A goofy mecha-bowser just showed up in my city. I must be in the SNES version.
I've got some bad news for you...
You can tell you did a good job if an ethereal slide whistle plays as you do this.
My grandma got mighty upset when I tried to polish her whole head.
Ah, the Nous Mas Nous Mas song!
It could be a regional thing. Where I'm from a screw with a single straight slot can be called a flathead whether the actual head of the screw is flat or domed.
That's just our mascot, the "Lemmdigo".
Crap, now I have to change all my passwords.