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Date: 2002-02-06 03:47:41

Comment:

I aked my moma if we could go to McDonalds but she said we'd go home and she'd make me a burger better than McDonalds, so I was like "Better then McDonalds!?" but when we got home she told me to go get the bread for the burger but we hadn't got no burger buns but she told me to get the bread anyway and then she slapped down this big old slab of meat with all peppers and sh*t sticking out and I was like, "That don't look like no McDonalds" and then I tried to cut the bread round the edges of the meat so it at least looked like a burger and by this time the juices from it were all mixing with the bread and making it all soggy and I go out side and all the other kids in the neighborhood were dancing round singing "We got McDonalds" and I start crying and they go "Where'd you get that sh*t?" and I says "my moma made it" and I runs off crying.