I want a McDonald’s. There’s something specific about the smell of mcdonalds food in the bag, like a mix of grease, beef, potatoes, and recycled paper products that make me feel like a heroin user getting the first hit of the day
I want a McDonald’s. There’s something specific about the smell of mcdonalds food in the bag, like a mix of grease, beef, potatoes, and recycled paper products that make me feel like a heroin user getting the first hit of the day
it ain’t called liartown for nuffin’: it’s all photoslop and wordfuckery.