So this guy Don Gorske or something just ate his 25,000th Big Mac.  Now I love hamburgers.  I eat a lot of them.  Not nearly as many as him; but probably more than average;  but Big Macs?  Really?  Seriously?  I haven't had a big mac in years.  I don't ever crave them.  Sure, if somebody gave me one, I'd eat it.  But I'd never buy one.

I usually make my own, because I can make better burgers than any franchise; but in the rare occassions that I actually buy a burger I buy a flame broiled Whopper from BK, or a Six Dollar Burger from Carl's Jr.

Now here's the kicker, at the end he says he's never tasted anything better in his life.  I'd like to believe that because this is all a publicity stunt for McDonald's he's getting paid to say that; but because of his unwavering commitment to put shitty food in his body for what I estimate to be about 40 years according to his story (and he's got the receipts to prove it), I believe him.  This makes me feel sorry for this guy.

And hey, what the FUCK is up with his hair?

That haircut sends a message to the world.  The message is:  "I'm celibate."

When he tries to pick up a prostitute, they throw a Big Mac in his lap, and run away.  Because of the diversionary tactic, he does not give chase.

Don Gorske.  A champion of loserness.