Mmmm, smells nice.
Yep... tastes like butt, just as expected. But hey, now I am fully American! I salute the red, the white, and the blue with greasy fingers and an endearing dribble of 'special sauce' smudged on my happy mouth. Now it's off to Wal-Mart for low priced, sweat-shop manufactured cotton balls, and then maybe I'll test drive a gas-guzzling Ford F250 to drive 3 blocks between my house and work and finish in just enough time to go back to McDonalds for another dozing of fried deliciousness. Party in the USA!
(an aside... I totally broke out the next day with 3 new friendly zits. The costs of becoming truly American I guess... ahem)