You know when you don't have smiling feces? After eating at McDonalds. Boom. McDonalds diss, even though I'm probably going to have McDonalds for lunch (a Happy Meal, in case you forgot). It's because I don't care about what I put in my body, if you know what I mean. OK, this first paragraph is just getting wild now. How about we move on to the second paragraph where I say something less disturbing? Sound good? Sounds good to me too.
It's hard to blame this person, especially considering 90% of the McDonalds employees I've run into are English as a second language speakers. These mistakes are bound to happen, unfortunately. When I've written in Spanish do you know how many horrible things I said on accident? Almost as many as I said on purpose.