And then I went to the chalk art festival with my friend Lori. It should have been awesome, but it was super hot and I was feeling queasy. There were some beautiful works of art, but I was a little distracted by the bean burrito that kept trying to make its way out of my throat and back into my mouth.
On my way home I barfed. In the car. I tried to make it into my leftover taco bell cup but some of it missed and got all over my jeans. And then I got home and barfed some more. And then I took a shower and barfed again. And again. And again. I kept barfing and you-know-whatting until the only thing left to come out was that lovely yellow stomach acid that makes your teeth feel funny. And then I cried myself to sleep.
I'm never eating taco bell again.
And just as a bonus I have a washing machine full of clothes covered in fluids that my body rejected.
Sorry that was so disgusting.
Oh Kat! That is awful!
ReplyDeleteOn the plus side: That is also the best anti-taco bell commercial I have ever heard. I am going to bookmark this post and come back to it every single time I find myself wanting a grande burrito.
So thanks for that! And get better! :)
I will never eat Taco Hell again.
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