PASS ME THE MCGRIDDLE 😃🔪
John: Steve, I'm sorry for your loss.
Steve: PASS ME THE MCGRIDDLE
John: steve, your wife is dead. please try to relax.
Breasts -- usually women's and of the larger variety -- that get squished together around a hickory sausage drenched in syrup. Either can be eaten or played with (similar to finger painting).
I've seen her Tittiez McGriddle down the street at least twice now.