
Shamrock Shake season is officially in full effect.
Aww, hells yea!
Saturday night, upon hearing rumors that the mythical shake was back in production, I ventured to the Golden Arches to make a late night shake run. There were three of us in the car, and we had a powerful thirst for The Green.
Kato: I'd like three
large Shamrock Shakes, please.
Drive Thru: How many?
Kato: You heard me, bitch. Gimme my three muthafuckin' shakes or we're gonna have to get into some gangsta shit!
Drive Thru: Would you like fries with that?
Kato: No, but thank you for asking.
That's more or less how it went down. Perhaps there was less cussing.
For international readers and hillbillies who might not be familiar with such a product, the Shamrock Shake is a delicious green mint milkshake available at McDonald's fast food restaurants (see their ad in
"Supersize Me") during the month of March. It is a tenuous tie-in with
St. Patrick's Day (March 17th), a holiday that celebrates, shit, I dunno, the prevelance of alcoholism in certain ethnic groups, or something like that. It's uncertain as to what the Shamrock Shake is actually made of, some speculate that it comes from a magical Shamrock Tree that is tapped for its delicious sap, others say it contains the lips of damned Irishmen who have kissed the Blarney Stone. As for me, I think it's probably vanilla ice cream with green food coloring and artificial mint flavoring. Oh, and the soul of a virgin Leprechaun lass.
I'ma have about a thousand of these before the end of March. Diabetes, here I come!
Tags: Humor, Life, McDonald's, Shamrock Shake