In a civil complaint filed May 26 in Manhattan Supreme Court, Yvette Hinds describes the sandwich that took her out as having contained “contaminants, poisons, toxins, parasites, bacteria, germs and/or organisms which would and did cause various serious personal injuries.”
🎶 All the food is poison
🎶 All the food is poison!
Toxins, and parasites, and bacteria, all in the same Sausage McMuffin With Egg. That’s one hell of a spin.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A Texas woman is suing McDonald’s after being leveled by a Sausage McMuffin with Egg
Does anyone think the word “leveled” sounds especially silly in this context?
edit two minutes later:
A Sausage McMuffin With Egg, like the one seen here, was allegedly responsible for putting one McDonald’s customer completely out of commission
It feels like the author and/or editor is mocking this poor woman.
Its the hot coffee lawsuit all over again
Same as it ever was
many years ago, i lived near this BK and at the time they were doing this promotional thing where you could get their low-budget chicken nuggets… like 10 for $5.
as a raccoon-style biped, i eat all kinds of questionable things just because they are near my hands, fit into my mouth, and smell OK. but those absolutely devastated my insides like nothing had, before or since.
i remember a few hours after eating them i felt sleepy and kind of chilly. i went to bed early and got under the blankets. i woke up 45 minutes later and felt what i can only describe as a sense of overwhelming doom. not even queasy… just existentially, imminently doomed. like everything in the world was dutch-angled and maybe i was about to have an aneurysm or some other catastrophic cerebral event.
one of my tactics of self-soothing is to take a warm shower, thank christ.
within 10 minutes i was violently exploding from both ends simultaneously. i was so relieved to realize it was “just” acute food poisoning.
it’s been years since i’ve had fast food, lol. not because i think i am too good for it. clearly, it is stronger than i am. i know when i am beaten.
I know what you mean about that sense of doom. I had the same feeling when I had food poisoning too. Maybe some mammalian instinct to get somewhere safe before shit literally hits the fan
McDonald’s kept me ill for almost two years because I was moving, it was fast and cheap (not inexpensive, cheap), I was referred to a gastroenterologist who wanted $300 before I even got there, so I had to fight it with multiple rounds of various antibiotics until one worked. It was a horrible experience, and the judgemental old church biddy that worked for my town went around saying I was smoking crack and on parole.
Wut?
We tell ourselves all kinds of stories that may or not be close to the truth, and we can do it so much that we start telling others. It’s kind of black magic, casting illusions. Tbf to her, there’s a lot of addiction where I am, and I’d lost a lot of weight.
I had a religious old judgmental woman I briefly worked for who kept insisting I was on heroin because I was skinny. Dude, I was a former state wrestler at 135lbs, ran and rode a bike every single day multiple times a day, and I can’t stand downers or uppers. I kept explaining all that and she kept insisting. It was clear the way she said it that it came from a place of old school anti-drug propaganda. This was in Texas.
😂 it’s funny and sad at once.
Can’t even imagine, I’ve never been that sick before in my life (god willing). But once I did catch food poisoning from pancakes and it made me hurl and stay in bed for a day.
i was scheduled to give a presentation in front of like 90 people in a big auditorium the next morning, but bailed on it. i truth, i felt 95% better after my full spectrum purge the night before, but i was too gunshy about leaving the house “just in case” because it came up on me so suddenly. the idea of that even possibly happening at work in front of a big audience was a divide-by-zero error in my brain. i did stay prone and by my bathroom.
i still remember consciously being comforted mid first barf to realize my brain wasn’t exploding. just my digestive system.
In February 2025, a Brooklyn pastor sued McDonald’s after eating a “rotten” Chicken McCrispy sandwich that left him in serious gastric distress for some six weeks, he said.
“I do believe that my faith saved me,” Irsaliev told The Independent. “As the Bible says, if you believe in God, not even poison is going to kill you.”
shut the fuck up. That’s not what Mark 16:18 actually means and you know it.Yeah it is, KKKri$$tians should be willing to drink bleach if they want to preach at me
“God needs me to sue you even though he made me immortal”
least weird protestant
Render therefore unto Burger King the things which are Burger King’s; and unto God the things that are God’s
She’s lucky she didn’t end up with a case of Limp Lip
Seriously though, we’re going to end up with 1920’s Upton Sinclair levels of food fuckery and miraculous snake oils
NAPPLES NAPPLES NAPPLES
I found a YouTube link in your comment. Here are links to the same video on alternative frontends that protect your privacy:
That’s good to know, I will not consume her then
















