I meant to tell you this sooner, but despite claims of four different cheeses creating a "taste explosion," the Taco Bell "Extreme" Quesadilla tastes like it's filled with Velveeta. And I had such high hopes.
In other news, Bears-Packers on a Monday night is almost a national freakin' holiday in this city. Throw in the ten cent wings at the bar on the corner, and you'd think it was the Fourth of July. If they played football on the Fourth of July. And had wings.
I'm not looking for catharsis or healing or anything like that... but I'd just like to publicly state that I can't eat at Taco Bell. I can't even walk into the place or be around people who have food from there.
The smell instantly makes me violently ill.
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