Taco Bell Commentary

Now, I like me some Taco Bell. From time to time I like to engage in what I call a Taco orgy which is an eating extravaganza in which I will consume eight regular tacos, two bean burritos, and an extra large Dr. Pepper. If I am feeling particularly frisky I will add a Mexican pizza and a caramel apple empanada to the mix. (And I wonder why I am what the kids call husky.) (Actually, I don’t, I know that it is my propensity to eat to excess. Why couldn’t I get one of the cool sins? Lust or Wrath or something like that? No, I get the Gluttony back monkey.)

Anyway, some time ago when eating my Taco Bell I came across the following sauce packets:


Thank you Taco Bell, while I am eating my poor man’s comfort food I really need the reminder that I am a charter member of Sex Without Partners. Fortunately I am apparently pretty good at it since the Border Sauce prognosticator foresees a “…great deal of pleasure…” in my future.

Bastards.