So we had to go into Cranbrook today to do some running around and when the question turned to, "What do you wanna get to eat?" McDonald's was the easy choice.
Honestly, I don't care how bad this makes me sound in today's health conscious times, I fuckin' love McDonald's.
Living in Kimberley actually makes me love it more, because unlike all those years of living in fairly close proximity to a store, it has become a luxury item once again and each trip becomes more than a meal. It becomes a feast.
Case and point, today.
Most normal humans purchase a meal and are happy with that. Some supersize the bad boy and score themselves a few extra fries and more soda to wash down the greasy goodness.
Me? I go full on Fatty McSnack. McChicken Meal with the world famous McDonald's orange nuke juice and two - not one, but two - double cheeseburgers.
Sheer greasy delight.
Of course, the downside is that it's been six hours since I ate and I'm still not hungry, not to mention the fact that I'll probably be able to shit through the eye of a needle at forty pace come tomorrow morning.
But none of that matters when you're standing in line at the Golden Arches...
All that matters is the deliciousness!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I Am a McFatty
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With your love on for shitty coffee, greasy fast food, sterile mass produced book stores and you're hate on for Kimberley, what the fuck are you doing there. Sounds like you need to move to a nice suburb like Okotoks, Newmarket, White Rock or even Laval , for that matter. I think that once you're back in your natural environment you'll be able to relax in your faux leather chair, get caught up with Oprah and then write something a tad more profound than this self indulgent babble that you seem to puke out rather effortlessly.
Did you get the cinnamelts? If not,
you really should have. I believe they're one of God's creations!
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