The acceptance algorithm that The League uses scans the social networks to ensure applicants are in the right age group and that they are career-oriented.
I usually roll up to the squawk box in dark sunglasses and mumble my order hoping that neither the person at the first or second window with either broken dreams or pubescent pimply skin looks directly at me. I figure it is sort of like a stoner seeing their pot dealer in the mall. I then grab my food, throw money at the cashier and tear off like a bat out of hell. Excitement is in the air and things start happening setting the personal stage for a personal playground. Before you know it's all over and all you're left with is a pile of dirty napkins and shame as you sit there covered in special sauce...
“Those accepted into The League get one “ticket” they can give to another single friend, and about 50% of The League’s users were referred by another member.
My patrons sometimes ask me where I come up with some of this stuff. With all that in place especially #10, there are a few different types of people that I just don't trust.
I am glad to tell them my mind is a lot like Canada. Anyone who says they do not have or watch TV unless they are homeless. Those that claim to have never been to Mc Donald's, Wendy's, Burger King or just vegans in general.
It isn't till fairly recent that they have loosened up a bit to change their stance only slightly to discouraging anyone to do it. The other day I was thinking about the act itself and due to my extreme case of ADD I couldn't help but to think about the correlation between two of my favorite evils.
Please hang with me here for a moment while I explain.
For just this reason I will never walk in front of a full length mirror naked again.
So like Crosby, Stills and Nash sang "If you can't love the one you love, love the one you're with!
I know it stands for everything that is wrong with todays obesity issues in the United States but damn-it I am among the billions served. I don't know what it is but every so often I get a Big Mac attack. "Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun..." Suddenly da, da, dat, da, daaaaa... This got me thinking about how much eating a Big Mac is like masturbation. You can't stop thinking about it and you just got to have it.