McDonald’s

Slow AM drivethu!

I’m in Clinton. There’s nothing to eat in my fridge, I’ve got spare change, I don’t feel like cooking, I’m in a hurry, I’m emotionally drained, I’m a couple months out of jaw surgery and want to feel my teeth cut through a french fry, I’m feeling extremely stupid, I’m in need of curing a hangover, I’ve been slacking in my workouts, I don’t need to use my brain any time soon, I have the desire to be hungry again in 2 hours, I’m in the mood to stink like grease… I head to McDonalds. Sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. So, I’ve had a McMuffin sandwich and a McChicken, and a cheese burger or two, and of course, some fries. And overall, it’s about as good a McDonalds can be. The fries were fresh, and let’s face it — that’s really the only reason to ever show your face in a McDonalds.