When the McAssholes and dumb Mcbiatchs piss you off so much, you are forced (and encouraged by law) to go on a McDriveby.
Son: Mom, me and Billy are going to go on a McDriveby.
Mom: Only if you're home by suppertime.
Son: Oh, I will be!
Mom: Wait, don't put the Mcbiatchs blood in the Kool-Aid this time. I had to hop like three fences to get away from the po-po's.
Son: BITCH SHUT UP
Jesus is famous for his many McDrivebys.