As a hamburgler, I’m incompatible with officer bigmacs. They represent order and rigid personalities while I’m a believer in chaotic good and having fun. If you looked at me you’d immediately know I’m a stereotypical hamburgler through-and-through. Every morning I wake up and look at the sesame seeds on my breakfast hamburger to know what my day is going to be like. It’s going to be a real shit day.
is it possible to tell from the movements of the heavens when the mcrib is coming back?
Does moonman say the nword?
When I Heard The Learn’d McDonalder
When I heard the learn’d McDonalder,
When the lettuce, the tomatoes, were ranged in burgers before me,
When I was shown the ketchup and mustard, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the McDonalder where he cooked with much applause in the kitchen,
How soon unappatizable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and grilling out I wander’d off by myself,
In the McMystical greasy night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at neon signs.
french fries are in retrograde lately, really fucking my shit up
The whole universe has been out of whack since the McRib came back. It injects so much dark energy and disrupts the natural cycle. I have to make entirely new hamburger charts every time it’s debuted.
