Remember the other day I told you I was really excited because I was going to meet my dad. Mom said my dad works as a Chicken McNugget engineer at McDonalds. She said he operates the machine that mechanically separates the meat from the chicken’s body and then reassembles the chicken bits into a nugget using phosphate salts and some chicken skin to hold it together. I thought he was so cool. Well, he got killed by the Chicken McNugget processing machine. Turned dad into a Dad McNugget. Literally. I’m ok with it cause it turns out he wasn’t my dad anyway, but I’m still sad because he was someone’s dad or son. Now he’s all dead. Gone. Processed into a billion bits, or bites.