No Thank you…I actually thought of lawn jarts, but thought it was more of a “game” than a “toy”. Maybe that is why I am always in the middle of the pack.
My brother Mark insisted we buy it so he could be “strong like Popeye”, took one taste, and refused to eat the rest (as did my other siblings – Mom, Dad, and I each had a double portion of the vegetable that night)
Whoa, I’m the only one who sang:
McDonald’s is your kind of place
They serve you rattlesnakes
French fries between your toes
Hamburgers up your nose
The last time I went there
They stole my underwear
McDonald’s is your kind of plaaaace!