Driving to the laundromat to do two weeks of laundry. Yeah, that’s what major depression looks like when you don’t swallow the pharmaceuticals offered to you by your well intended shrink. I think there was like 6 loads. I only went there out of necessity because they have this jumbo-do-a-shit-load-o-wash-at-one-time commercial grade washer there. I had no more clean socks or underwear left. I’m depressed but the OCD just won’t let me smell I reckon, but I digress.
So I hear this McDonald’s commercial on the radio advertising for the new Mc Riblet sandwich.
and I started thinkin Mc What?
what’s a riblet made of?
Mc chanical chicken parts?
Mc gag me.
Eating at that drive through will give you a nice case of:
and much much later
a bad case of the Mc shits
who the fuck would want to eat it?
now I want to fucking Mc puke.
but just maybe I’d fuck the hamburglar though,
he’s just enough of a badass that I always seem to go for~