Dude Proposes To Girlfriend By Putting Ring In A McChicken Sandwich Box, She Acts Accordingly

Hey guys, get a load of this dude who proposed to his girlfriend of two years under the romantic guise of a stale McChicken bun. It will be worth your time. From his summary on the YouTube vid:

I met my girlfriend 2 years ago in LA. I’ve never been good at planning in advance which is why we wound up ending our first date at this exact McDonalds. She joked for months about how 10 years down the road I would probably propose to her in a chicken nugget box so I thought she would love when I surprised her.

 

1/2 of Me: If you love someone eternally and they love you back, the means by which one proposes is inconsequential. Just because Facebook told you that the boyfriend of your arch nemesis from middle school proposed to her by singing a song he wrote while riding a unicorn  on the beaches of Cabo, doesn’t make their love any more real, any deeper. It just means that the dudes kind of a douchebag try-hard who is probably making up for cheating on her at his bachelor party. Love cannot be bought or aggrandized.

-Says the single dude who is petrified of loving anyone more than himself and hasn’t felt the loving hand of a partner since Moby Dick was a minnow.

The other 1/2 of Me: Dude. Dude. Are you fucking stoned? Or just stupid? Like did you sit around with your buddies over a liter of Jack Daniels and discuss the worst possible way to propose to your girlfriend? Like that friend who has done so many hard drugs he’s hanging on to his last brain cell blurts out, “Yo. YO. What if, here me out. You like, put the ring in a McChicken uh, sandwich box or something I don’t know. Pass that blunt.” And the boyfriend was like “Ya know, Daryl, no one likes you and your ride’s here, but that’s not a half bad idea. Oh, and you have puke running down your chin.”  God damnit man, this is the beginning of the rest of your life and you want a fucking chicken sandwich to lead you into it? Try less. Not possible.

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.