#yuck

And for its part, the McRib makes a mockery of this whole terribly labor-intensive system of barbecue, turning it into a capital-intensive one. The patty is assembled by machinery probably babysat by some lone sadsack, and it is shipped to distribution centers by black-beauty-addicted truckers, to be shipped again to franchises by different truckers, to be assembled at the point of sale by someone who McDonald’s corporate hopes can soon be replaced by a robot, and paid for using some form of electronic payment that will eventually render the cashier obsolete.

"The spore had crash landed in his eye, and people were emerging."

"if you want to try it at home (and if you do let me know about it), it's one part eggnog, three parts sake. Drink up!"

"They just want donors to ejaculate into a vial, and mail it, unrefrigerated, to them. Would you like the job of opening tubes of rancid semen and dumping it into the cube?"

"I knew this was an omen, a sweet and greasy sign that things were over. There was no turning back to the time before the donut cheeseburger."

"His mission: To eat three meals a day for 30 days at McDonald's and document the impact on his health."