If you get the quarter pounder on a greasy day, it can be fantastic.

Get rid of the pickle though. Those things suck.

I always throw the pickle away, they really taste like the acid that comes through your nose when you puke.

It's the crunch experience that I despise. I don't want crunchy shit on my meat and cheese.

You both live in London, why don't you try to meet to share some tasty experiences around shitty sandwiches and the art of cook grease instead of losing your time here.

Try to PM or get a phone number to share this passion for multinational companies which are depleting the world of resources exploiting workers and animals.

Let's donaldize the world guys !!! Go for it

haha!

We're going to meet for a beer sooner or later.

We both waste our time here whilst we're at work.

Well here is some analysis of the burger in my belly at the moment. I went to McDonands at Oxford Street and ordered a large Big Tasty meal from a guy wearing a T-shirt that says "I'm loving it". I was not convinced that he really does.

Burger was ok, but I did not start to LOVE it. I don't want to sound anti-American but us Finns feel more natural sticking our body parts into female's furburgers.

They did not sell "fast food", they sold me just an illusion of "fast" and "food". I had to wate for 4 minutes at the counter to get that "food". There was a loud as fuck beeping noise every 10 seconds just in case any McWorker has not been tortured before or starts to smile.

"I'm loving it" sounds a bit misleading. For most customers and McWorkers more describing slogan would be "I have no choise."

I remember being in the McDonalds on Oxford St near John Lewis and a fight broke out in the "kitchen", it was hilarious.

Cool. McFight. Brilliant. When is a good time for pints then?

I'm pretty busy this week. How about next friday? Then we can get truely ratarsed without having to face the pain of a hangover at work... Like I am today.

I'm actually toying with the idea of cutting out beer. My love handles are getting to be a joke, so if I drink sissy wine or something, don't take the piss out of me.

I did say I was "toying", by the way.

I am a bit broke at the moment, spent too much money last weekend. But one can always afford booze. Any time is cool for me...

Well here is some analysis of the burger in my belly at the moment. I went to McDonands at Oxford Street and ordered a large Big Tasty meal from a guy wearing a T-shirt that says "I'm loving it". I was not convinced that he really does.

Burger was ok, but I did not start to LOVE it. I don't want to sound anti-American but us Finns feel more natural sticking our body parts into female's furburgers.

They did not sell "fast food", they sold me just an illusion of "fast" and "food". I had to wate for 4 minutes at the counter to get that "food". There was a loud as fuck beeping noise every 10 seconds just in case any McWorker has not been tortured before or starts to smile.

"I'm loving it" sounds a bit misleading. For most customers and McWorkers more describing slogan would be "I have no choise."

you sound like kleo ... definitvely ...

Geoff

what's "kleo"

a dickhead alter-ego/ alias of Greg.


gherkins are well nice.... admittedly slightly out of place on a burger though

you called me a dickhead???

That's a compliment...

no.....

Kleo was the alias that Greg (on this board) used when he was on the old SYL board. Complete and utter pedantic fuck and annoying twat.

Who incidentally is back with a-vengeance as your Street Team "guru".