I’ve made a chilling breakfast discovery: McGriddles.

Oh, they’re nasty. And good. They’re nastygood. I keep ordering one every morning for breakfast. I hate myself for doing it, I swear to myself I’m not going to do it, and then the next thing I know I’m in the drive-thru and the words just tumble out of my mouth.

Oh my God they’re nasty. I love ’em.