I thoroughly enjoyed working at McDonald’s.

I was the manager of an English McDonald’s for three years. My brother worked there too and the amount of laughs we had “on the floor” often approached pants-pissing levels. As well as serving customers with my penis hanging out, putting pubic hair in the Big Macs, and shitting in the root beer syrup, we used to make around £30,000 extra a year by ripping off the tills.