Going to McDonald’s By Stephen Philip Druce The giant yellow “M” sign at McDonald’s has drawn me in. I’m willing to disregard the prevailing rumor that the burgers are primarily composed of cow asshole and that the restaurant representative is Ronald McDonald the demented clown, so I’m going into McDonald’s. I’m prepared to let my … Continue reading Going to McDonald’s
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