I Now Pronounce You...
As you may recall, in my last post, I wondered about the romantic life of every body's favorite fast-food clown, Ronald McDonald™. Since I had no knowledge of Ronald's sexual preferences or private life, I had to use my imagination to come up with the perfect "life partner" for him.
I presented you, the readers of this blog, with two choices: One was the foxy Donna McDonald™, a saucy clown lady who loved a good time and provided you with a "fry with that shake", and Bertha, an unpleasant battle axe who was pretty much the 1950's stereotype of a horrible wife.
You have spoken, and although some of you wanted Ronald to experience emotional pain in equal measure to the digestive pain his employer's food has caused you, romance won out. From now on, and until I receive a legal injunction from the McDonald's Corporation, Donna McDonald™ is the new Mrs. McDonald™. It's nice to think Ronald has someone to come home to after a long day of dealing with daily life in McDonaldland™. Things like the Fry Guys™ shenanigans, Grimace's personality disorder, and corruption in the McDonaldland™ police department (Question for Big Mac™: Why doesn't Birdie the Early Bird™ ever get a parking ticket?), must really wear a clown out!
I'm for one glad to think Donna is waiting at home waiting, with a McMartini™ in hand, to make all his troubles melt away...
In preparing this post, I realized this is the FORTH time I have referenced Ronald McDonald™ on this blog! I have no explanation or excuse for this. I am not a fan of clowns, and McDonald's™, though as safe a place as any to get a fast food meal, isn't my favorite. I have no explanation for this. Let's just hope this is my last McDonald's-centric™ post.
And rest assured, I will post no musings on, "Who is the Burger Queen™"!