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.
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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I'll pass. It wouldn't be like what you'd get in the south.
ReplyDeleteThen 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.
ReplyDeleteMy memory of St. Ann's: the girls lined up in front with their plaid jumpers and white shirts, wait for the bus each afternoon.
ReplyDeleteKyle, 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.
ReplyDeleteIf 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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