Singer/songwriter/producer Pharrell was in the Paris airport, begging the McDonald’s folks for a Big Mac and a milkshake, but there was just one problem: They were still only serving breakfast. This is my GIANT PROBLEM with McDonald’s. That’s not true, actually, I have a lot of problems with McDonald’s, but perhaps my biggest gripe with them is that I can’t get a fucking Big Mac before 10 am. WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO US? I once had a horrific experience in college when I ordered a #7 at the drive-thru, and was so excited to eat my cheeseburgers and fries, but when I opened the bag it contained gross hash browns and some icky sausage-egg-biscuit mess. NOT YUMMY. It was pretty traumatic for me. I think I cried. Come on, Mickey D’s, cheeseburgers are an ALWAYS food.
Pharrell did a funny song and dance number to try to convince the girls to give him his food. They obviously didn’t recognize him and they were not amused. But I am. And that’s what matters.