McDonald's
Cinnamon Blvd
Loserville, Connecticut
McDonald's Employee: What can I get ya?
South Carolina Man: Let me see na. I'll have a South Carolina Quarter Pounder, and a large soda.
McDonald's Employee: A what?!
South Carolina Man: Woman, you heard me! A South Carolina Quarter Pounder!
McDonald's Employee: The South Carolina Quarter Pounder doesn't exist, sir.
South Carolina Man: It does in South Carolina!
McDonald's Employee: Well, you're not in South Carolina! You're in Connecticut!
Iris: Hurry up!
South Carolina Man: I want my South Carolina Quarter Pounder na! I want it na! I want it na! I want it na! I want it na! I want it na!
Iris: Dude, you're unhinged!
Mental Institution People: *takes the South Carolina man out of McDonald's, and into the back of the van*
South Carolina Man: Take me back home! Take me back to Florence! Come on na! I want my South Carolina Quarter Pounder with the South Carolina sauce! *in the back of the van*
Mental Institution People: *drives off to the mental institution*
Iris: Uh yeah, let me have a 20 piece Chicken McNuggets, with BBQ sauce, and a large strawberry milkshake, please.
This story was written on Thursday, September 5th, 2024.
A/N That South Carolina dude is crazy!!! Go back to SC, fool!!! 😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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