I Fell Off The Wagon

[Hey, lookie there.... a title. Cool.]

If you're looking for my HNT post, keep lookin'. Not there? Hmm. Musta not did one then, Einstein.


Last night, on my way home, I decided to get some grub. And I was sick and tired of being sick and tired, and I was especially sick and tired of eating soup. It tasted like paper anyways. Everything tasted like paper.

I figured if all food tasted like paper to me, then might as well have the best tasting paper I could find.

That's where Taco Bell comes in. Oh, how do I love thee... let me count the carbs..






$3.23, what a small price to pay for such an ass-load of carbs.










Oooh, yes. I was anxiously awaiting to discover what treats I had inside the bag. I could hardly contain myself. I was ready. I was ready to spice up my night.

So, I scooted my t.v. tray next to the couch and turned on Everyone Loves Raymond.

Am I the only one left who doesn't love Raymond?




Oh, glorious Cheesy Bean and Rice burrito. I could see the rice meshing with the beans meshing with the ... what the hell is that? ... um, I think it's secret sauce.







Open wide!

Tasted like cheesy paper with warm thick paper wrapped around
it. Darn this flu.

Total carbs: 1, 345, 751.009




With a belly full of carbs and Tylenol Pm, I settled down for a nice, long, carb-induced coma.

No, thank you, Taco Bell.







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