Yes I know it's late, but I'm suddenly in such a blogging mood. (thank you Napoleon Dynamite, your face is such an inspiration)

McDonald's after 12am seems like such a romantic place. I know I'm weird for thinking that, but couldn't you just picture it as a scene in a movie? Where the two main characters (named Zoe and Matthew) profess their love through squeaky voices as plastic toys to one another over Happy Meals.

Yes yes, I'm weird.
Must be all that McDonald's getting to me.
I think they put subliminal messages on the paper they wrap the burgers in.

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