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Discussion in 'Food' started by Morose_Obesity, Jan 13, 2017.
Had breakfast there yesterday morn.
The extreme deliciousity cravings were brought on after I didn't refill my adderal, normally I exist on vapors, BIG, BLACK DICK and the occasional actual meal.
Much like my brother in arms from the "Fractured but Whole" game, it refilled my fartpower enough to not only gas three "Blue Apron" street salesman, but a heroin fuck sleeping it off, hand on cock, right in front of decent fucking people on State Street.
Do I like to cook? I like bakin' brownies motherfucker! Get a real job, asslick.
Considering I have walking pneumonia, I hope they all caught my illness. And die. Painfully.
But fuck yea that bacon crunchwrap hit the spot.
There aren't any Taco Bells where I live. My US friends have raved about it though.
You're not missing out on much, tbh. That is, unless you enjoy having severe diareeha the next day.
Guess I'm lucky then.
Any third-rate, hole-in-the-wall Mexican place will give you the same experience, if not better.
Do they offer Mountain Dew in even more horrifyingly unnatural colors and flavors than usual? Do they offer the long wait in the car followed by the thrill of panic as you try to figure out what you want?
The stacker things they offer are pretty good. It's a quesadilla folded a bit more than usual and filled with beef and nacho cheese. Plus they're a dollar, so no big deal if it rushes out your butthole an hour later.
My autobiography would just be a long Taco Bell receipt....
yeah the beef ones are good, way better than the one with the chicken in it
Sadly, Taco Bell is pretty much the best "Mexican" food I can get here without making it myself.