I went to a McDonalds party once.
Not only did you get a burger and chips, you also got to meet a paedophile dressed as Ronald, and we were allowed to stand in the freezer for a bit to experience 'cold'. Probably not allowed do that since political correctness went mad.
( MEATSNAKE Richard Hammond, Tue 10 Jun 2014, 10:49, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

Ronald's alright!
I asked him to show me the cows where they got the milkshakes from. He took me to where they were, but he blindfolded me because it was top secret, like his special sauce.

He even let me milk it. The udders were a bit bigger than I thought they'd be, were hairy at the bottom and pointed upwards. It took a little work but I managed to get the milkshake out. It tasted a bit weird, but Ronald said I could come back and practice until I got banana milkshake. I told him I would come back the next day.

I told my mum about my day when I got home. She didn't let me go back. When I was sixteen I went back by myself. Ronald had changed, he was at least six inches shorter and seemed depressed.

I blame myself for lying to him.
( Muns, Tue 10 Jun 2014, 11:07, Reply)