What the fucking hell is wrong with McDonalds?
Bob, you and your “Big Boy” used to be American Icons. I remember eating your hamburgers when I was a kid, and I mean sure I was a kid so I liked anything sandwiched between two buns, but I remember your food being at least, well, food. Then the tough years came, and you guys went into hiding, but I found you you fat fuck. I found you out in the desert by Barstow recently. And I went inside and I sat down and I ordered the fried sampler platter. You know why?