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  McBurger Boy
  by Vinko

  US$25.94

  You’ve either been this guy or you’ve been served by him. Only darker colours available as the yellow, orange and pink colours don’t seem to translate to the tshirt, and it’ll stand out a bit better. See detail below: /

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  Macca & Buffy
  by janeymac

  my 2 border collies ! always together

• The MacTime When My MacDad Passed Away
  by JulieMahony

  Back in 2000, on 14th August, came the sad news that Dad had gone on to meet the Lord. I was totally devastated. I did not believe in Go…

  Back in 2000, on 14th August, came the sad news that Dad had gone on to meet the Lord. I was totally devastated. I did not believe in God at the time. / Over the years as I was growing up, I had always been Dads ‘little helper’. Dad was a carpenter by trade but could turn his hand to just about anything. He fixed his own motorcars, and I was always covered in as much grease as him,. He made tin chimneys for peoples homes, I was there, passing this or that as he needed it. He was a grave digger for the local undertaker, I was Not with him on those jobs :0 . He erected fencing on properties, I was there, not of great help but there anyway. Dad did all sorts of odd jobs for all sorts of people. I was there whenever I could be. Dad had always been a heavy drinker but as a child, I didn’t see that, he was my Dad and I loved him. / After I had married, moved away then moved back, Dad and I continued with our closeness. Then one day, because of his drinking habit, we had a difference of opinion. It was a doozy. I didn’t talk to him for several years. Then he had a heart attack which thawed my heart a tad because he was not allowed to drink anymore, but I was still angry with him. Then he and Mum moved to Queensland. I missed them both so much. / After a few years up there, Mum and Dad, moved back to NSW. Mum and Dad both came to the Lord there. Then he had to have both knees replaced, major op. I went to look after Mum as she had had a stroke a couple of years before. Dad and I became close again, but it didn’t last. Another huge argument occurred and I went home. We made up after a time, and all was ok again as long as we were not living too close, the phone was good enough. Just three months later, God took Dad Home. / We all, five of us, converged on Mum. The time of arrangements went by in a blur. Dad was buried. We were all stressed. / My brother Allen, and his wife were Christians and I was amazed at how calm he was and how he went about the task of ‘executer’ of Dads will etc. The day after Dad was buried, one of the family, suggested McDonnell’s. Ok was the reply. I’m not keen on Macca’s so went to KFC for my chicken and……took it into into Macca’s Well, that is a ‘no no‘, against the law to take food from one outlet, into another. No problem, wrapped a Big Mac paper around my KFC box and tucked in :) :0 . / That was the beginning of one of the funniest ‘eat out’ lunches ever. We started (very discreetly of coarse), to mock, poke fun at, wave to and laugh at other people. The more we did it, the more we laughed and egged each other on. A lady on the outside, waved to someone inside. We all waved back to her. The look on her face was classic. Guess what? We nearly cried laughing at her. We were truly like little kids running amuck. Then came the throwing of our rubbish at each other. Allen’s wife, in mock disgrace at us all, move to another table. She didn’t stay there too long. We threw all the rubbish at her until she came back to our table. We laughed like we had never laughed before. Other people in Macca’s either laughed with or at us, or turned away in disgust at these grown ups carrying on as we were. (The youngest of us was I think about 32 years old?) We didn’t care, we were having fun. We needed the release. During the coarse of our ‘fun’, someone started to say ‘mac’ in front of all their words. Can you imagine the results of this. We all started to do the same. We stumbled over words, laughed about it, stumbled more and laughed more. / “MacPass MacThe MacSalt. . . . . MacThrow MacThe MacPaper MacAt MacAllen. . . . MacThat MacPerson MacHas MacTheir MacHat MacOn MacSideways. . . .“ MacEtc, MacEtc, MacEtc / We were MacHappy. We had the best time and MacLunch took quite a few hours as you could MacImagine J:) :-) / I remember later in the afternoon back at Mums house, after we had calmed down considerably and nursed our sore and aching sides, Allen saying, / “I defy anyone to guess that we had just buried our Dad the yesterday”. / The next day, Sunday 20th August, 2000, my youngest sister and I, gave our lives to the Lord. I didn’t stayed on the true path. I had a massive backslide. But the Lord tapped me on the shoulder again about 4 years ago. I am never going to get off His Highway again. I am so MacHappy with my MacLot now. / P.S. We did clean up our own mess in Macca’s too.

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  ManBoobs
  by grubbanax

  US$23.94

  man boobs.. that’s it..

• Featured again !!!!!
  by janeymac

  MY photo of ‘Macca’ has been featured in bits and pieces!!!!! thank you ! jane

  MY photo of ‘Macca’ has been featured in bits and pieces!!!!! thank you ! jane

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  Macca
  by janeymac

  US$3.42

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  Macca
  by janeymac

  My border collie Macca , a faithful friend.

• You are a nice person/You are mean
  by luckydog

  In the last two days several things have happened. I have been humiliated, sworn at and had to put up with bad jokes. / In the last two d…

  In the last two days several things have happened. I have been humiliated, sworn at and had to put up with bad jokes. / In the last two days, my shifts at work have increased, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing because I need the money and Maccas need the help. / But there’s something that’s been bothering me since I started doing later shifts and that is Drunken or just plain smart arse customers. / Always on a Friday and Saturday night, I get verbal abuse (usually from a group of males between the ages of 20-25) from customers that have either been drinking or just think they’re top shit. / Okay, first gripe about customers is when the ice-cream machine turns off. Firstly I’ll just explain the importance of the machine turning off. Everyone knows dairy products have certain bacteria in them and that they go off very easily resulting in food poisoning. Well the machine goes into a heat mode where it boils the mixture preventing food poisoning. Yay! No Salmonella for us, but customers don’t see it that way. No I purposely turn of the machine when I see them coming because I’m a cold heartless bitch (which I have been called upon telling someone that the ice cream is in it’s cleaning cycle and so is temporarily unavailable). / Second thing is horrible jokes. Please, for the love of god, no more whopper jokes. It’s not funny. But then again you and your mates are so trashed that you probably all think it’s hilarious along with the fact pickles stick to windows. / Another horrible joke or prank is to make me repeat myself again so that the customer feels empowered. The last person who did that to me got horrible customer service and was lucky I served them at all. It’s not funny either and it makes the person less sympathetic when they come across a customer who genuinely can’t hear. It also wastes time. / Lastly is pick up lines and being well, a smart arse. Saying your number after someone asks “anything else with that?” is old hat not to mention stupid considering that you can’t see the person talking (drive thru speaker box). I tend to get Males to take those moron’s money so they feel stupid. / Some guy once said “Your hand in marriage” that was hilarious because it was the first time I’d heard it and it was original. / Another thing which is actually quite dangerous is asking what time a person finishes. It’s also an invasion of privacy. Some people may be asking it innocently but I believe that you never ask a person that because it’s a question predators would ask. / With the uncleanliness thing, pickles on windows = stupid. If you didn’t want pickles, then ask us not to put them in. One customer asked for no spit in his burger, which we cannot do as it is against health regulations (not to mention it’s just a myth) so he replied by spitting on our drive thru windows. / Lovely. / I had this idea of letting people know when they’ve crossed the line by handing out badges. If you’re nice, you get a nice badge, otherwise you get the mean badge. / Oh one last bit to rant about. / When people go over board when we make mistakes. We are human. We make errors just like any other human. If it’s busy and hot it’s very stressful conditions and we try our best, but usually with big orders with lots of grills, being human, we get confused. / Nobody is perfect. / I’ve heard similar things from supermarket employees who ask “how are you?” to every customer for the entirety of thier shift and how they hardly get replies, this is kind of like that. PS. to supermarket employees, I just say good when you ask how I am because I don’t like being asked that question. It’s just a personal thing.

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  Thank God for McDonalds
  by Amanda McLennan

  US$3.56–US$95.00

  In Kuala Lumpar McDonalds was proud to announce they don’t serve cat and dog meat in any of their burgers. Anyone for a Quarter Hound(er)? Does anyone have any idea what the first image means – I don’t know if it means they don’t serve rubbish, but that would depend on your opinion of takeaways!

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  meconium
  by grubbanax

  US$23.94

  Mmmm-mm

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  Massive
  by grubbanax

  US$23.94

  massively, morbidly obese