so, one day, my friend doug and i went to taco bell on our lunch break. we ate and were on our way back to school when i saw this sign on the ground. i start fucking around with it when this dude pulls up beside us and angrily asks me what i’m doing with the sign. as if on cue, i throw up the 3 soft tacos i just finished eating and he drives off with a look in his eyes that i can only describe as terrified confusion.

but that’s not as bad as the time i got sick after eating at a taco bell in the states. let’s just say my burrito made a run for the border. in my pants.

Shit, man. The West 4th street Taco Bell/KFC. That place was right around the corner from my apartment, and I actually kind of like Taco Bell (when I’m really high), and I still never went there. It wasn’t fun waking up to the smell of fast-food grease every morning. Their back door/garbage dump was on my street and people would smoke crack there on a regular basis. I think some of them were employees. I used to see rats just making off with their leftovers and smiling about it. It took years for the DOH to figure out that place was a rodent nest. I don’t miss it, at all.

C’mon, where is the love for the terribly unhealthy goodness that is Taco Bell, Double Decker supremes yo!!!!!