Yesssss please!
So, a couple of nights ago (Or maybe just last night? -They all seem to run together), my delightful roommate, Matt, was all, Hey, I’m going to McDonald’s. Wanna come with? Keeg and I were like sure, let’s go. Our other roommate joined in. We all walked, some more awkwardly than others (because he has a tendency to shake his hips when he walks), and when we arrived at one McDonalds, we discovered it was closed. Our other roommate left.
Then, I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it turned into this whole “Mission Impossible: Trio Track Down Mickey-Dee’s” thing, and I was all, Hey, I know there’s a 24-hour one in the city by my old place in East Midtown.
Off we went, and along the way, I informed my brother, Keeg, that McDonald’s in Manhattan does NOT have a dollar menu. I think the news broke his heart. He didn’t believe me at first, until he got up to the line to order, and the brusque woman working the register looked at him like he was a freaking idiot and said, “We don’t have a dollar menu.”
Then, we enjoyed the fruits of our pilgrimage, filled with, duh, FRENCH FRIES!!!!!
Here’s one thing you kind of have to know about me, RogueRanters, and that is that I love, love, love French Fries. I don’t eat them that often, because they’re just plain awful for you, but OMG, I’ve had French fries (dipped in Grey Poupon) that were better than some sex. Like FOR REALS, they were that good (and the sex was that blah.) Plus, I really love me some Grey Poupon- ask anyone who knows me, for I am a mustard freak.
Naturally, for the sake of posterity, I took some photos for you. Enjoy, and have yourselves some sweet, sweet, French Fried Dreams you little foodie-freaks. (And please note, the most important part of this post is that you grasp the fact that MANHATTAN DOES NOT HAVE A DOLLAR MENU, please carry money accordingly. Thanks.)
By the way, I am willing to admit that while the sex was bleh. At least it wasn’t awkward. Is there anything worse than awkward sex? But then, I’m so awkward, having sex with me is like the ultimate ice-breaker. What say you, RogueRanters, is there anything worse than awkward sex? OR would you prefer to discuss the bliss of French Fries and Grey Poupon?
Somewhere out in LA my pseudo-godmother, Gaye, is smiling at this post. 
