I ordered the spaghetti with meatballs *and* sausage in a restaurant in Idaho Springs, CO, last week. This is what "the guys in the kitchen can never resist doing" with the presentation whenever anybody orders both meats (according to our server):
That reminded me of a story Jacob told us the other night about an awesome-sounding game that some friends played on a van road trip called "*What* cock and balls?"
The rules are simple: Person #1 draws a cock and balls on a piece of paper. Person #2 then takes the drawing and incorporates the cock and balls into some bigger drawing, of a sunset or a unicorn party or a famous historical battle or whatever. Person #2 then shows the drawing to whoever they can, declaring incredulously, indignantly, "*What* cock and balls?"