Ribwich… McRib…
Whatever you call it, it’s fucking delicious. The Big Mac will always be the best (at McDonalds… all the fast food places got their own awesome item), but the McRib is fantastic. The thing about the McRib is that I think it is only fantastic because it was something that we had easy access too and then it was taking away from us like candy from a baby. Now we have been craving it whenever we could get our grubby paws on it. I was in Germany in 07 and we wandered into McDonalds (because apparently BK had too much meat — inside joke) and we all saw that they had the McRib. We all got it and it was just as good as one would remember. We sat there with tangy BBQ sauce all over our fingers wondering why the Germans had it and we didn’t? What the fuck do they know about BBQ? We were also wondering if you had to pay to use the bathroom… it was all very confusing.
Anyway we wrote some strips about the McRib’s return and we thought you would all enjoy them. Eat up, because these strips will only be available for a limited time, and then archived forever.
-Phil
Mmmmmm
If you haven’t noticed there is a paypal button on the right side under the calendar where you can buy the first edition of our first ever book. These editions are limited and they are going fast. They are only $15 and that includes shipping and handling and our awful signatures along with the first 250 strips. These books are the only place you can get the strips that started it all, so start your Xmas shopping now and buy one today!
Three words, “Super Size Me.” One reaction, “blaaaaaarrrrrrffffffff.” Therefore, McRib will not be in my future.
More McRib’s for me! HELLO!
I saw “Super Size Me” and I could almost smell the McDonalds through the television. 3/4s of the way through I paused it ran up to my local McDs, so I could get a Big Mac and some McNuggets.
As if Munich wasn’t already one of the greatest places on earth, they had to go ahead and offer the McRib as part of their full-time menu. This, paired with the consumption of massive amounts of beer, has secured Munich a little place in my heart that could never be replaced. Oh, and Dave, not eating the McRib is like raping the Statue of Liberty. I have a whole diatribe explaining how I arrived at that conclusion but I’m not going to get into that. Just know you are forcefully having your way with all that is good in America and treating our ideals like Jodi Foster in The Accused.
TAKE THAT JODI FOSTER!