You give people from other countries McDonald’s breakfast for the first time, fine. But if you’re from this country and you willfully ignore McDonald’s breakfast, one of few universally beloved things we have in America, it’s an absolute fucking disgrace. Like there have been famous movie scenes about the struggle of the McDonald’s breakfast not being available:
To not have had a McDonald’s breakfast in your life, even if it’s just one of the hash browns, what the fuck are you even doing? But at least that one chick is Australian and open-minded while the other chick is just a regular weirdo based upon her never eating syrup. But this guy Zach is just an absolute monster. Critiquing everything in his poorly sized purple shirt that looks like it was taken from a Persian guy at a club (in fairness, big time upset he’s not wearing a white undershirt beneath it), making his little snarky remarks with faces like this:
Honestly I can’t handle it. This week has been mentally taxing enough, Zach, I just didn’t need to see you and your poor man’s Nick Kroll existence right before a holiday. I’d wish bad things on him but if there’s one thing I know about McDonald’s breakfast, the sweet grease will take its own revenge on his weak pasty body, unsullied by the artery clogging nectars he took in for a shot at viral video fame. Is there anything McDonald’s breakfast can’t do?