I read this story ages ago. A man goes to a drive-thru frozen custard shop, gets a pint of chocolate custard, takes it home, starts eating.. finds a finger inside.
Initially it was the “Finger! ew!” aspect that grabbed my attention, but I’ve just realised..
The man went to a *custard* shop.
A shop where they sell *custard*.
Frozen, chocolate, custard.
They have shops for this?
Even more bizarre – it’s a drive-through! You don’t even have to get out of your car to get your daily dose of fatty badness!