up to be. A few bites later you’re
like, Hmm, there’s a lot wrong with
this. Then you’re done, you miss it
like crazy, and you go back for
more.
Once I’d had a taste of America,
I never ate at home. I only ate
McDonald’s. McDonald’s,
McDonald’s, McDonald’s,
McDonald’s. Every night my
mother would try to cook me
dinner.
“Tonight we’re having chicken
livers.”
“No, I’m gonna have
McDonald’s.”
“Tonight we’re having dog