It's a cruel world we live in...

Basically, if you are going for sauce value, i.e. nugget to free sauce ratio, order five 4-pieces and get 10 free sauces. More nuggets per box does not yield more sauces. Do the math...we have cracked the code!

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  1. The romantic query letter and the happy-ever-afterNovember 9, 2009 at 10:56 PM

    There is value in it, do you get what I mean.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 10, 2009 at 8:08 AM

    Are you, by chance, an auditor? This is the kind of thing my husband would figure out for fun...and just so he could screw 'the man'. I never order sauce with my nuggets...theoretically shouldn't I have a credit running at my local McD's?

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  3. dirty orphanNovember 10, 2009 at 8:26 AM

    FINALLY! I found a blog that is clever. I just started my blog this week and am happy i stumbled upon yours.
    Will be keeping an eye on you.( creepy?)

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