I love McDonalds

It sounds cool to talk about all the interesting, ethnic foods one likes. Its especially impressive when you talk about all the "good for you" things that you like. When you naturally lean towards veggies, wheat germ, nuts, salmon, or, if you're really cool, you're vegan.
I like McDonalds. I like fries. I like burgers. I like bacon. I like steak. I like Snickers and Twix and ice cream and caramel sauce and anything with caramel in it. I like pizza and cookies and Cadbury Mini Eggs. I like fatty, salty, sweet foods.
Don't get me wrong. I do like vegetables. I do like fruit. I do like many, many things that are good for me. Especially if someone else has prepared it for me.

So, if you didn't get it by this mouth watering intro, I like McDonalds. So, sometimes I go there. When I lived in Utah and worked in Salt Lake, I was driving home to Orem. I stopped at the McDonalds drive through on a nice fall day. I ordered and pulled up to the second window seeing as how most fast food places have two windows but usually only use the second. So, very slowly, with my window down, I drove past the nice young man in the first window, and because I was in the privacy of my own car, and this nice young man was supposed to be in the second window, I enjoyed a nice, long, low and satisfying burp. A belch, more like it. Think of one of your best belches ever and then realize that it pales in comparison to my masterpiece of a belch. Now, imagine that you are sitting at your boring job at McDonalds and some lady drives slowly past you belching with reckless abandon. Really funny or really offensive? I opt for the first.

I'm really just a humanitarian trying to bring joy to the lives of the downtrodden.