As long as it is hell for the tacos and not the people making purchases, this should be my level of spooky.
Can you imagine going to the final judgment and the divine decisions are made through a crackly drive-through speaker? That's one order you don't want to get wrong.
In honor of this story, I just ate a Burrito Supreme and a Baja Gordita. I am now fully prepared to be spooked.
(On a side note, I eat at Taco Bell so rarely that I can never remember the difference between a gordita and a challupa. In fact, I just ate one, and I'm not entirely sure which one it was.)
As long as it is hell for the tacos and not the people making purchases, this should be my level of spooky.
ReplyDeleteCan you imagine going to the final judgment and the divine decisions are made through a crackly drive-through speaker? That's one order you don't want to get wrong.
Hey, I'm offended! My first job was at Taco Bell. I learned to skate on the grease on the floor and everything.
ReplyDeleteOh I love the Bell, trust me. TRUST ME. The title will make sense once the story gets rolling.
ReplyDeleteIn honor of this story, I just ate a Burrito Supreme and a Baja Gordita. I am now fully prepared to be spooked.
ReplyDelete(On a side note, I eat at Taco Bell so rarely that I can never remember the difference between a gordita and a challupa. In fact, I just ate one, and I'm not entirely sure which one it was.)
Hey, Nathan can you please check out my blog at "Naked love," and tell me what do you think of my poems.
ReplyDeleteI don't know you "Homar" but you sure make me laugh.
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