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I'll pass. It wouldn't be like what you'd get in the south.Then again, I'm pre-McDonald's. When I was growing up, the nearest one was forty miles away. Didn't even go into one until I was in college.
Lucky blighter. He's on the right track.
My memory of St. Ann's: the girls lined up in front with their plaid jumpers and white shirts, wait for the bus each afternoon.Kyle, I've never had a Big Mac either, and I've been around since long before the very first McDonald's.
Kyle, if I had been eating Big Macs, I wouldn't have been around nearly this long.If guilt works on you, remember that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost. Then go to confession for those two Big Macs -- they truly are mortal sins, no pun.
I get a craving for one every year or so. I give in to it, get sick as a dog, and am perfectly happy to avoid them for another year. At least they qualify as hamburgers now. Back in the late 70's they were more like mystery meat.
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