Grub

It has been awhile since I have been to a McDonald's. Ever since it farted around with the fry recipe I've been less enthusiastic about clogging my arteries with its offerings, its tasty tasty offerings. Which sounds kind of high brow ... or maybe it doesn't, but it's true. In times past I have eaten two large fries, with a side of bar-b-que sauce si vous plait, for dinner. But now, eh. Which, in reality, has not much to do with the following, but give me a break, it has been awhile since I've dipped my toes into the blogging pool.

So. McDonald's. I ask, WTF?



This is some really disturbing packaging. I mean, honestly, am I suppose to eat a nugget now? You've drawn me this sweet little chicken picture that practically screams, "Don't eat me!" and then you have an arrow to a bag of flour ... the proverbial casket of the cute but soon-to-be dead chicken. THIS is appetizing?