Today at McDonalds in a lonely little town outside Kansas City...
The ball of fire seems to believe that McDonalds is the only thing you should eat on the road. The child literally ate from St. Louis to Sedalia and still begged for McNuggets (made from parts that were near chickens at one time) from the moment we hit town.
I was unbelievably sick and tired of the car, so I gave in. At the front counter was a manager who weighed no less than 400 pounds. He was wearing a company-approved logo shirt that read: "I love to eat here, I love to work here. I'm lovin' it."
If ever there was a moment when advertising and reality meet, it was at that moment. McDonalds = extremely overweight.
Oh. Good. God.
2 comments:
Where's our pic of that charming moment.
You're so right. The fat aren't people like you and me.
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