I had a dream that I wrote a Happy Meal joke that made your fat kid in the back seat laugh so hard he shot coke out of his nose and a carbonated booger landed in your hair. You were so pissed you tried to spank your fat kid on the leg but instead you crushed the Happy Meal box and the toy stabbed you in the hand. Your kid is so traumatized he starts jogging 5miles a day in an all yellow track suit and clown shoes and all of his nouns start with "Mc" known as the McIllness. You sue for mental suffering and win but this gives Mcdonald's the idea to open a chain of pharmacys that sell cheap psychiatric medicine to kids on playgrounds called McMEDS. Now im rich and write jokes on pill bottles.