The personal touch

“Ronald has arrived.”

“Ronald is at your front door.”

“Why is your door locked, Chelsey?”

“Turn around.”

Honestly if I peeked out and a clown was delivering, I'd leave the order there. Clowns are scary.

it will take time because of the fucking unicycle

Times got tough after they dropped his mascot gig.

Jesus... Who Doordashes McDonalds? That's a cry for help.