When I was a kid, there were a couple of rumors that mcdonald’s hamburgers were made out of cats and kangaroos.
I have a theory about McDonald’s, that is, everything they make is all one thing, and in the back they have this big vat full of this stuff, these little molds combining, like SPLURT ‘Hamburger!’ SPLURT ‘Malt!’ SPLURT ‘Paper box!’ SPLURT ‘Here’s your change!’
- Steve Martin
McDonald’s is your kind of place
They feed you rattlesnakes
French Fries between your toes
Hamburgers up your nose
The last time I went in there
They fried my underwear
McDonald’s is your kind of place