F'nerks
F'nerks are like the love child of a greasy spoon and a punch in the face.
My teacher said if I don't stop talking, I'll get f'nerks for lunch.
My dad's f'nerks are so good, he eats them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I told my friend I was going to a f'nerks place. He said, 'That's not a place. That's a punishment.'