: : the clown was the first to make bad eating easy, virtually no wait 'til you were able to chow down
: : you knew when going in how it was going to taste, the same every time, way bland, predictable, safe...easy
: : remember how happy I was as a kid to learn he was invading our area
: : we'd made it as an exploitation demographic, I loved it
: : still don't really understand it but use drive-thru occasionally: ummm....sorry?
: Was this written at Glastonbury?!?.
: Keep taking the tablets mate.
I remember the McDonald's at Glastonbury. I lost my stomach for a week, and vowed that I'd never return to that greasy McHell. Then, the band went on the road. Europe, and finally, here, from where I'm writing this e-letter, the 'good 'ol USA'! We travel constantly and are many times forced to eat quickly. McDonalds-McDonalds-McDonalds! I said I'd never eat there, but I caved in because according to our insensitive driver: we have no choice! Bloody Yank! I told him how happy I was when the McDonalds in Glastonbury burned down, and how he won't be around to put out the fire that that stuff is making in his heart.
I'm trying though, last week it was Apples, Bananas, Oranges, nuts, and Tomato sandwiches for this lad on the road! See, and everyone acts as if we have limited choices.
Get the Clown Out of Town!
Michael Elkerton
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