Colsen and I decided to go out for some Mickey D's tonight. It had been a long week and we wanted to treat ourselves.
Things were going great at first. A satisfying dinner.
But then Colsen started getting a little crazy. He was getting McNugget drunk, popping them in left and right. He couldn't get enough. Pretty soon he was double fisting it.
Things got pretty crazy. Who knows what really goes into that processed meat, right? Colsen insisted that he drive us home.
I tried to talk him out of it. He wanted to prove his sobriety and walked a straight line while saying his ABC's backwards, so I thought, what the heck, he seems ok. I was wrong. He didn't take us home. He took us to Wal-Mart. And when we got there, he went straight to the chicken nugget aisle. He got a taste and now he was feening.
From there, he demanded we check out the toy aisle.
He became delusional. He insisted that he was a great musician. He talked about how he and some buds almost started a band back in the day.
We passed by the bicycles and he wanted to show off.
I couldn't stand it. He was attempting wheelies and tried to jump over other toys. I was concerned for his safety. I forced him to wear a helmet. He didn't like that at all.
In a fit of rage, he drove his bicycle into a pile of Pillow Pets and passed out. I took that as my opportunity to carry him out and bring him home. He's still completely unconscious.
He's going to wake up with one heck of a McHangover.
