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I was just at McDonalds the other day, and, to my surprise, Blake Lewis really does work there! Here's how it went down. Blake: W-w-w-w-welcome to Migggity-mack-mc-m-m-m-m-McDonald's, yo! Can I take-TAKE-t-t-t-t-take your order, order, ord-ord-wicky-wicky-or-o-o-ow-o-order? Me: Are you fucking kidding me? Um, I'll just take a number two meal, hold the pickles, with a Coke. Blake: W-w-w-w-w-will that be for here-here-here-wicky-wicky-ow-ay-ay-ay-here or to go-go-go, yo? Me: Are you one of those retarded kids that they show in the commercials? Blake: At least I'm not San-san-s-s-s-s-s-Sanjaya, you know'm sayin'? Me: Yeah, people remember his name, and you're beatboxing at a McDonalds. Good job there, fuckwit. Blake: W-w-w-w-well-w-w-w-w-wicky-wicky-ow-oh-ow-ow-ow-ow... Me: Just shut the fuck up and get me my burger, 'kay? Blake: Yes, sir. Wicky.
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