It would be Mceasier on my time if I did. Picking up the odd Mcmeal on the way home from Mcwork and throwing it on the table without a Mcknife or a Mcfork - oh Mcheaven!
The Feckers love Mcawful, and never pass up an opportunity to shout - "Make mine a Mcdouble with a chocolate Mcmilkshake".
Oh how I wish that the thin strip of Mcmeat would appeal, the sodden Mcbun, the wilting Mclettuce. But it Mcbloody never does, and Mcbloody never will!
The Feckers would live in the Mcplace if they could. Big Fecker even tried to get a Mcjob, handing out Mcfries and Mcmuffins to the hungry Mcrubbish consumers. He could wear a Mcuniform, look Mcsmart and make lots of Mcmoney to pay for his disgusting Mchabits, but he wasn't Mcbloody old enough!
But I know a Mcsecret, a horrible Mchideous Mcsecret.
I watched Morgan Spurlock and his 30 day Mcdiet, his failing Mcliver, his sallow Mcskin and his rising Mcblood pressure. He would have Mcfucking died if he'd kept it up.
Anyway, this is Mcworse, double Mcworse.
Hearsay or Mctruth, who knows but I tried to imagine the headlines if this ever got to the national Mcnewspapers.
"Mcspunk found in Mcburgers. Mcpolice are investigating but so far Mcdonor is unknown. Mcsamples are being collected Mcdaily!!"