I'll admit it. I have a weakness and it's called McDonalds. Nothing makes me happier than that brown paper bag full of tasty, salty treats.
I know there's nothing good about the food...I know it's full of chemicals and doesn't have a single ounce of anything healthy, but I don't care... I love it.
It's the one constant on any road trip, the first thing I want when I'm sick. It's my ultimate comfort food.
I guess it helps when you're allergic to so many things, finding anything ready made that doesn't make you sick feels like winning the lottery.
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