Speaking of red meat, this morning I had a rather unusual dream that I was working at McDonald’s. Except it wasn’t a real McDonald’s, it was one that somebody was running out of the front room of their house or something. And we didn’t have to wear uniforms. And nobody really came in at all, so we just like sat around or slept in the back room. But the one group of people who did come in, there was this one guy who asked if I would be willing to give him 5 dozen free burgers for two Peter Gabriel tickets. But my boss was standing right there, so I told him that I couldn’t.
It was weird, but ultimately inconsequential. The whole thing reminds me of that hilarious send-up of McDonald’s most recent ad campaign that that Maddox guy did on his site: Ailing Vomit. Here’s a little taste of that:
- Anyone who has an emotional bond with McDonald’s, or anyone who can relate anything they love about life to a company that sells deep fried processed chicken meat should be stabbed in the face. The only bond this campaign is rekindling is that of my ass to the toilet. I’d rather have my skin sand blasted off than eat another pig rectum sandwich from McDonald’s.
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