The Tortured Soul of Mr Delicious, Fast Food’s most bizarre mascot
Mr Delicious, a middle aged dude in a suit who’s cheating on his wife and complaining about hemorrhoids is a great fast food mascot 🤣 That is a wild marketing move. Hell, it might actually work in today’s world. Somebody needs to do it. But not just some poorly designed boring looking guy in a suit. The first thing I noticed when I saw the ads was how dull the illustrations were. Be more creative!
Anyhoo, I’m drowning in vet bills. They charge $40 to do a sugar check! I’m scared to call the vet assistant to come over and show me how to use the syringes and I guess how to draw it from the lantus pen, but I don’t know if I’ll get a $40 bill from it! I made my video for the first claim after putting it off for a fucking month because I have stage fright and look godawful in pics and videos. I did it, reading a script mom wrote. I had to try a couple times because her handwriting was unusually janky 😅 I suppose I need to ask the clinic to email me those specific records again because the original link expired. I also was not able to download the PDF to my phone. I’d have to do that on my laptop but….I’m both nervous as hell about making the claim and also lazy. I am not fond of getting on the laptop anymore but I have to do that, as well as making those fanlistings. Oh, and I have two make two more claims! Like I said, they’re piling up! I do not like the part that requires me to make a video. Can’t I just explain the situation in writing? Gotta make it difficult somehow. *sigh*
I was hoping that my Wednesday outing with Lauren might include looking for someone who ethically breeds golden retrievers, and get a price so I can figure out my money.
In 2000, I got my previous cat, Mr Hideki, from a lady whose Siamese recently laid a batch of kittens. 😬 My boy Oscar was a rescue. I go back and forth from buying and rescuing it seems. I’m more likely to rescue a cat more so than a dog. I know that seems awful, but if a dog has been abused or straight up taught to be mean…You just don’t know. I’d never have a pitbull, I’ll tell you that much! My old neighbours rescue collie was a maniacal fucking shit demon assmonster straight from the pits of hell who chased me constantly and made me feel afraid to go outside. He made me have more than a few nasty bike wrecks. Not to speak ill of the dead, but…fuck you, Tipper.🖕
I do plan on looking for one at the shelters first, but sweet, loving dogs like that get adopted REAL fast. It’s difficult to catch one that hasn’t been put on hold for someone. I would rather adopt than shop, but I think I’m not gonna have much luck. But I’ll try.