My Name Is Chelsea Champagne
My favorite color is red
I'm a vegetarian(huh huh what you gonna do about it!!)
I am French-Metis and German??
I like watching old movies that no one has ever heard of
I own an iPod(silver, 2 GB)
I like gum, and halloween candies
My favorite flavor of HALLS is Extra Strong Menthol
I like listening to old and new music(mostly 70's music)
I like buying clothes(new or old i really don't care)
I don't have a favorite movie(maybe The Gumby Movie.. and others)
My favorite singer/band is Eric Clapton and Metric AND TOOL!!! I LOVE TOOL!!!
I don't have a favorite TV show
I have 2 dimples(not telling where they are)
I'm an open person ask me anything(except where my dimples are)
I take applied math(i have the worst teacher)
I like watching documentaries
Hanging out with friends is a hobby
I like asparagus(yes that nasty green stuff)
I get bored easily
Jumping in puddles is a fun activity
Snow Angels make me cold
Walking down the street in winter at night with no wind just a light breeze is perfect to me
South park is the best show ever made
I'm too tired to finish another day another time... Bye...

Do you remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.?
The worst thing you could get from boys was cooties?
Mom was your hero & Dad was the only boy in your life?
Your worst enemies were your siblings?
Race issues were who ran the fastest?
War was a card game?
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine?
Wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut?
The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike?
The only thing that hurt was skinned knees?
The only things that could get b r o k e n were your toys?
Life was simple and carefree?
but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up.


Do you remember when life was a game
Do you remember when all we wanted was fame
Do you remember making mud pies
Do you remember telling little white lies
Do you remember playing dress up
With all your older sisters make-up
Do you remember being afraid of the dark
Do you remember the adventures
On which you used to embark
Do you remember when you hated boys
Do you remember having all those toys
Do you remember your first bike
Do you remember what being a kid was like
Do you remember?

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And now, McDonald's scares the pants off little kids by throwing Ronald McDonald into a haunted house where he makes a play to eat some of his friends.

It's called 'Scared Silly.' The stupid clown waltzes into camera view and makes that little smirk to let kids know that what they're about to see won't be really scary. It's important, since the last thing the corporate bigwigs want is for children to associate their cheeseburgers with a dark, tormenting Hell. Course, when they're fifteen and five-hundred pounds, the connotations will become way more clear than any haunted commercial could convey.

Apparently, this particular haunted house is home to the McNuggets. They're pretty gracious little creatures, building their ceilings high enough to accommodate those roughly 50x taller than themselves. But these aren't your typical McNuggets. These are scary McNuggets. Dressed like all the classic Universal monsters, our only way to avoid intense fright is to constantly remind ourselves that, no matter how spooky they may look, we can still eat 'em in two bites flat.

There's been oodles of McDonald's characters over the years, each representing a different food item. It's a little different with the McNuggets though, because they aren't supposed to represent a food item: they are the food item. Hamburglar is easily associated with hamburgers, but nobody ever thinks to eat the guy. This is where the McNuggets get into hot water. It's not like they're hanging out with normal, morally just people. They're friends with a big purple monster and a freaky bird wearing flight goggles. They might talk nice, but c'mon, you know they've got some serious emotional baggage. They're wild. They're wooly. They're unpredictable. And if you're edible, they aren't necessarily the best group of people to hang out with.

Ooooh - see? Ronald McDonald has a fun game for his McNugget friends! "Jump into these miniature pools!", he says, suspiciously licking his chops in between the convincing smiles. "The water's heated!" Those poor McNuggets. Since they're cut from chicken thighs and asses, they don't have brains. If they did, they might be able to put two and two together here and figure out Ronald's dastardly plot.

Friends, this wasn't a social call. Ronald's here because McD's turns off their ovens at 8 sharp. It's 10 o'clock now. And he's hungry.

Nooooo, McNugget, no! Don't do it. Oh if only you could hear me. You're being tricked! Ronald doesn't love you, he just loves they way you taste. Don't follow his lead, it'll only take you to his large intestines. God, someone, please help them! These poor McNuggets! A fate worse than death awaits! Ronald always swallows whole! They'll still be alive by the time his gastric juices start breaking them down! I can't watch this, but I can't seem to pull my eyes away. It's like a car wreck - you know you shouldn't look, but you can't help yourself. My mind tells me that this isn't something I want to see, but my heart? Oh my heart, my poor clogged heart. It won't let me look away. I must continue. I must endear myself to this unparalleled bastion of villainy. Ronald, you sadistic little clown...look what you've done! You're blackening my soul, like Applebees' blackens the chicken on their salads.

Fortunately, the commercial fades before we can see Ronald realize his evil dreams. The Nuggets are about to hop into the vats of barbecue sauce, unwittingly garnishing themselves for the clown's dinner. Ronald's such a pussy, going after the little guys like this. I bet he wouldn't be so brave with some of the other guys in McDonaldland. I'd like to see him try to eat Mayor McCheese's head sometime. Yeah, let's see that, Ronald. Let's see you turn Mayor McCheese into a happy meal. I don't think you've got what it takes. I hope a truck runs you over. Twice.