I had to eat at McDake on a day of starvation (the only alternative was a shaurma). I haven't been there for 10 years and here are some useful facts I've noticed about myself there:
Fat girls think they look thin if they can get stuck in jeans and their pants and fat folds hang on their sides like a shirt.
Some parents (don’t give God such someone) call their fat 7-10-year-old children thick and healthy. (I wore, some 10-year-old piece of salad with legs weighs as much as I was at 21 years old (85 kg at height 185))
The feeling of hunger has not passed, although the food has already descended back from the stomach. Pipet, there is chemistry and spices.
4) Those with notes sitting down to other people’s loops of hugs (type of eating) think they are not burning.
Every apparently beautiful makdaka worker has a defect. Then the birth in the pimples, the ass where the knees should be, then smells unwashed... things.
Cleaners love to look in the eyes.
7) After eating I felt asphyxiating asthmatic. It was hard to go.
8) Salads for taste as a mixture of sliced cardboard, ordinary sheets and sorting paper.
9) In the cola add some hernia from the canister.
10) They really make cattle from 100% beef with the addition of 100% cardboard and a bunch of all kinds of 100% elements of the table of Mendeleev, but you can’t scream about it in advertising, right?