User blog:TheRobinWilliams/Robin's Bullsh*t Birthday.

Where the hell do I start. It all started in a shitty hotel on my birthday. We decided to go to a nearby restraunt, and that nearby reastruant was none other than McDonald's. Perfect. They haven't rebuild the McDonald's since the 80's. So we order the food and sit in a booth or whatever they're called and I spot a half-eaten Big Mac covered in ants. Perfect. So we start eating and I find a cockroach in my son's fries. So I tell him not to touch the fries as I picked them up and threw them away. After we finished eating we left and I bumped into a fatass Ronald McDonald with some type of attempt at an Italian Accent. So he tries starting a fight. I tell him atleast 8 times at I don't wanna fight. So he slaps me for no reason. I grab my wife's purse and I knock the living shit out of him. We went back to the hotel as we try to pretend that never happened. But in the back of my mind I will always remember the shittiest birthday of my life.