MacSalad
What’s left when you finish a Big Mac and don’t care about being polite. It’s like the Big Mac’s last breath before it dies.
I finished the Big Mac. The MacSalad is now my new best friend.
I threw the Big Mac away. Now the MacSalad is just a pile of shame.
I ate the Big Mac and then forgot about the MacSalad. Now it’s haunting me.
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