Thank you, McDonald's. I so appreciate you always welcoming me back through your golden arches with open arms. We have had so many great memories together. Do you remember that time when I was 6 and my mom brought me in for a treat and to play in the ball pit? My mom realized too late that there was another kid in there who had no pants on and was peeing everywhere. Good times. All the little toys that we thought were cool for a day before we got bored, the mix of fear and excitement when we saw Ronald McDonald, as a child and as an adult. It has all gone by so fast! If it weren’t for you, high school dropouts would have no hope at a crappy minimum waged existence.
Thank you for always being there for those drunken college kids that just have to have a 20 pack of chicken nuggets and a big-ass Poweraid. There have been so many times that people have told me that you are no good for me, but I know what we have is special. There is no replacing your soft fluffy buns and salty disposition. Thank you for always staying the same, even after being left out for a few days, I can always count on you to be exactly the same. Even though you sometimes hurt me, cause me pain, or just make me sick, I will always love you.





















