“No toys in my Happy Meals? Fine. Then I’ll grow up to be a serial puppy murderer. These are the stakes, mom and dad, THESE ARE THE STAKES.”
~Children in San Francisco
Every child growing up after 1979, and every parents of a child after 1979, has an appreciation for the McDonald’s toy-food combination known as The Happy Meal. For the children, it’s the 10 cents worth of cheap plastic that they will be incredibly excited about until they get home and promptly put it in the microwave because “That bitch Ursula is gonna get what’s coming to her.” And Happy Meals afford parents brief moments where they can finally eat one goddamn meal in peace without the child screaming like a banshee, you shouldn’t have done that kegstand while you were pregnant with him, honey. It combines two of the best American traits- rampant, imitable consumerism, and incredible obesity. So you can advertise your latest aimed-at-kids blockbuster film, while helping them scarf down half their daily fat intake in one meal. It’s great! We love Happy Meals because it plumps up our kids, which, let’s be honest, makes them less energetic and a lot easier to deal with.
Plus, Americans become 8% funnier for every 10 pounds they gain.
So today, AFFotD is going to discuss the history of the Happy Meal, as well as the terrifying real assault if faces today by the politically minded Chinese sleeper agents in our ranks.
Watch your ass, Mike Adams.
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