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Happy Meals here to stay: McDonald's :: CHICAGO SUN-TIMES :: Metro & Tri-State (http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/2476982,CST-NWS-happy08.article - broken link)
Ha ha! Take that you jerks who want to push your agenda on us. You will win some battles, but not all. And you LOST this one, so far.
Hats off to McDonalds with the big "*********" to these loons.
Who cares. What's next a post about who won on Survivor?
the more of that garbage they eat....the fatter they get...the sooner they die...let them stuff it down their pie holes...watch those innertubes balloon around the waists. Daggone it ! cute as hell to see 7 year olds waddling, and shakin' all that blubber. masochists....
I know what you mean. The neighbor kid has been raised on bean sprouts and carrot sticks ever since he was able to wean from his mother's deadly cholesterol-laden breast milk. He's seven years old now and had been healthy as a mule; I think he tipped the scales at a trim 22 pounds before yesterday. Anyway, I knew the poor kid was screwed big time when his Glen-Beck-lovin', gun-toting, Sarah-Palin-bumper-sticker-brandishing, conservative nut job uncle, Bubba, pulled up in his old Ford pickup truck and offered to take the poor little tyke to lunch. The parents refused to allow it at first, but conceded when Bubba threatened to impale the mother right there in the front yard.
An hour later, Bubba and the kid returned. The truck was listing heavily to the starboard side. At first I didn't recognize the kid when he got out and started waddling toward the house. His legs were close to the point of buckling under the obscene weight of the humongous rolls of fat nearly dragging the ground all around him. This once fine example of health now weighed at least 800 lbs. He was clutching his chest and very short of breath. After coughing up a couple of fat balls, I could hear the kid thanking Uncle Satan... I mean Bubba... for the Happy Meal.
The only answer is to fire bomb your local Mickey Dee's. Do it for the children.
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