McDonald’s

This is a true story about McDonald’s. It wasn’t this McDonald’s, but I chose this one because it is the McDonald’s closest to my place of residence.
Edit: Apparently it WAS this McDonald’s? There is a chance it might have been the secret McDonald’s (that is what we called the McDonald’s on Scott and Illinois, because nothing used to be out in that area).
A couple friends and I (Matt «Hollywood» Beller and Rob «Ron» Pruitt) decided we were going to have a double cheeseburger eating contest. We went inside thinking that it wouldn’t be fair to order in the drive-​thru. I forget how many burgs we ordered, but it was a lot (I am told the amount ordered was between 20 – 40. I am going to guess it was somewhere in-​between). When the order went through, we heard a cook in the back exclaim «Oh, F^$% That!» He, of course, was right to respond in such a way. Score is for his response.
«Hollywood» Beller won that contest. The three of us did a hot dog eating contest during a Wizard’s game one time as well. I am told I won this contest by a landslide. As Rob commented «that wasn’t even close. I think Jim would still be there eating hot dogs if they hadn’t torn the stadium down.» This makes me really proud, and also gluttonous. Perhaps I should feel shame. I don’t though! Only pride! I am a vacuum of sadness and this is the proof.