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October 30, 2006



Yeah, not sure what it is with the old people at McDonald's thing...other than maybe people retire, move to the country, get bored, and decide, hey, why not work at McDonald's? Have fun on your trip, AJ, even if you're stuck in Nowhereland.

Mister Groonk

lol! being from "The Country" meself and having visited various cities, the culture shock was there but better accepted by me.

if you ever find yourself in The South, send an email and i'll show you culture that will BLAST your soul or give you material for comedy writing.

so it's win/win.


Say AJ would you like some fries with your GERITON?


My brother worked at McD's in high school for a bit. We'd pick him up and his whole body was saturated with the worst grease smell. I stopped going on those drives because it made me nauseated. I still like a big mac every now and then though. ;)


Do you, by chance, have a theory behind your observations? If yes, we could totally come up with some variables and run a statistical model by region:)


I didn't see the thumb ring! What the hell? Did you take it off because of the wart? I made you all self conscience about it didn't I? Huh? Huh? Huh?


Wow, I didn't realize how much I missed you until I saw that! Mexicans from Mexico, who speak...Mexican. Oh, A-Yay. You are the Yumbo Yack of mirth!

Actually until we got to the golden arches I was really starting to believe we were in for a "moment." It was the most serious I've ever seen you!


McDonalds in the midwest burbs are staffed by pimplefaced teenagers.

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