the last time i ate something there that didn’t give me the runs was i’m not saying ago. so like, liking maccas is a bigger hurdle than you’re thinking
you want to know the worst part? when i was 18, the local McD’s magnate “liked my hustle” and offered me a manager spot after a gig at his mansion because i was both our band’s front man and roadie (while everyone else in the band fucked around in his mansion playing with the amenities, i packed up and then got ready to leave with all our gear. i had another gig to get to that night with my other band. he saw that and offered me the job on the spot, but since i was going to college [editors note please read after four full snifters of farts] four states over and also i was an idiot, i turned him down. one in a long line of stupid decisions)
Unless the title of a post on Lemmy tells you how 🤔
the last time i ate something there that didn’t give me the runs was i’m not saying ago. so like, liking maccas is a bigger hurdle than you’re thinking
I get where you’re coming from and liking their cardboard “food” isn’t a hurdle I clear myself.
That being said, you don’t have to like something to pretend to want to order it 😉
you want to know the worst part? when i was 18, the local McD’s magnate “liked my hustle” and offered me a manager spot after a gig at his mansion because i was both our band’s front man and roadie (while everyone else in the band fucked around in his mansion playing with the amenities, i packed up and then got ready to leave with all our gear. i had another gig to get to that night with my other band. he saw that and offered me the job on the spot, but since i was going to college [editors note please read after four full snifters of farts] four states over and also i was an idiot, i turned him down. one in a long line of stupid decisions)