Path: info.curtin.edu.au!news.uwa.edu.au!munnari.OZ.AU!metro!news.uow.edu.au!sunqbc.risq.qc.ca!newspeer.monmouth.com!novia!newscene.newscene.com!not-for-mail Date: 1 Jun 1998 13:14:00 -0500 From: furplay Subject: MY HAPPY DAY AT MICKET D'S Reply-to: furplay@novia.net Message-id: <3572EF63.DCE1F169@novia.net> Organization: The Furplay Web Page -- http://www.novia.net/~furplay MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.04 (Macintosh; I; PPC) Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Newsgroups: alt.tasteless,alt.shenanigans,alt.slack Xref: info.curtin.edu.au alt.tasteless:126694 alt.shenanigans:24192 alt.slack:165220 I was getting a bit hungry last week, so since I had to drop off some videos at the local Blockbuster ("Starship Troopers" and "Boogie Nights", if you must know), I'd go and get some lunch at McDonalds. It somewhat qualifies as a "food", at least until you get to dinner when you can make up for it with some real nutrients. As I approached, it seemed odd that there was more than the usual number of morons going in there as well, along with a LOT of discarded Happy Meal containers in the parking lot. I worried that it may be "brat night", but noticed that the telltale sign of sprogs working up a good lawsuit were abscent from the playground out front, so I pressed on. Anyways, as I was placing my order, this sweaty, fatassed she-freak tries to shove herself in front of me, screaming at the top of her lungs if they still had any of those pelican "Teeny Beany Babies" they were plopping into Happy Meals. It was bad enough that the line was extra long and extra slow because the McBots in the burger mines were working franticly to fill all those HM orders for the rest of the Beany-crazed herd. I came close to wanting to grab this hippo and scream "GET OUT OF MY FACE, YOU BEANY-BRAINED MORON!! *I* *AM* *HUNGRYYYYYY*!!!!" at the top of my lungs, but Satan gave me a BETTER idea. Something with even MORE devastating potential. I looked towards the harried, humanoid shaped pimple-farm behind the counter and asked how many of these Bobdammed pelicans they had left. "Uh, about three", he said. "Okay, I'd like to add THREE Happy Meals to my order, and make sure they have those pelicans in there, OK?" "Uh, Okay.......sure" he replied, catching onto why I would order that many. It seemed to make him feel like he'd bring them to me on a McSilver tray if they had one. I gave Mrs. Jabba a bigassed smirk (ever see that part where the Grinch grins from ear to ear?). She seemed so agast at the horror of her NOT getting her precious fucking Teeny Beanies that I actually had to make sure that when my order came up, she did'nt try to make a grab for one of the Happy Meals and run for the door (I'm sure she would'nt move very fast, but trying to stop THAT much mass may prove hazardous). Instead, she screamed a bit shitfit, demanded to speak with the manager to make me GIVE HER those pelican Beanies (the head McManager just simply told her that it was "first come, first serve", and it was corporate policy). Realizing that she was as much of a loser as she was fat, she claimed that McDonald's & I were in on a conspiracy and swore that she was going to sue me and the McDonald's Corporation for every thin dime we both have and that were NOT going to get away with this, yatta-yatta-yatta, oink oink oink, moooooooo. Yeah, right. So there I sat, munching away on my McFood (there was enough there on the tray to even make the cow woman explode), with my little droopy-ass pelican toys sitting in full view so that as the Beany-morons left empty-handed, they'd see my treasure before them and they would know despair ("IIIIIIIIIIII-got, your-Beeeeeeeeee-nies! You-can-not, haaaaave-none! You-are-all-reeeeee-tards!"). A few of them actually came up to my table as I was eating and offered real money for them, but my evil was in full bloom that hour, and I had other plans for these little effigies of mediahype and human stupidity. Before I departed (I was getting so full that I just ate the "meat" patty in each HM and left the buns and fries untouched), I sliced off the pelican heads and left each one perched on top of the straws of the undrunk small drinks as a warning to those who try to fuck around with MY personal space ever again (and used the ketchup packets to have simulated congealed blood running down the straws and neck stumps of the bodies, which I had placed in the uneaten buns). And to finish this masterpiece, I took out a marker to make a little billboard out of one of the HM boxes turned inside-out to write "BEANIES SUCK!!". It looked like a diorama of Vlad Teppes' visit to McDonaldLand. I wish I had a camera to photograph the table before I left, but I get a feeling some of the workers may have done so before they cleared it off. I'm sure it made their day after their harrowing shift in Beanybrain Hell. I've got to ask them if they can make me print when I go back there some day. Sure, I may have wasted a lot of good food and passed up the chance to make some moron money, but the chance to commit evil like this has NO price tag.