pink tacos

tonight, after dinner then after the bar i went to taco bell. who doesnt enjoy some tacos. i sure do. well, i decided to sit down inside the restaurant because i didnt want to spill taco all over myself or the car, which i certainly would have (dont judge me!). so as i was sitting, drunkenly eating my taco, some guy stormed in.

it was awesome. apparently the brilliant taco minds had fucked up his order. he stormed in, smashed the food down on the counter, and demanded his money back, all the time telling them exactly what was wrong with his order. the manager tried to remain stoic, but i could see the fear in his eyes. it was great. the guy got his money back, then stormed out, slamming the door very hard, and it made a real loud sound against the wall.

tonight i got a glimpse of what i look like when i come back in a fit of rage after they fuck up my food. and i must be honest, i only love myself more now. it was awesome. awesome.