One of my fondest childhood memories is my Dad taking me to McD’s to get after school a Happy Meal for me, cheeseburgers for him, and of course a lifetime of poor body image. But you know what, growing up a fat kid made me tough, and who are these people to deprive these kids of happy meals. A happy meal is nothing without the choking hazard or “toy” included. Would Jay-Z be what he is today, if not for growing up in Marcy, school of the hard-knocks? Answer is no, people. Shit no! Without Happy Meals Thoughts From a Fat White Guy would probably be Thoughts From a 24 Year Old With Low LDL Cholesterol. Give the kids their toys, with fries and a coke.