Beeki and I went to Taco Bell for lunch again. After getting our food and sitting down, I bragged the following:
Cach: I'm going straight back to the computer to tell everyone that we ate at Taco Bell and I didn't stab myself in the throat with a straw!
No sooner had I finished my chicken/rice/taco/burrito thing than I bit so savagely into my lip that I've been drinking blood all afternoon.
That Taco Bell is cursed. I've been eating all my life and no place has messed up the process as often as The Bell. I left singing, "Mischief! Mischief! Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil!" from Sweeney Todd.
It's them; not me. Back me up on this, people.

6 Cachinnations
Well you can pride yourself on having blog stalkers. I found you randomly through my friend Becky Warner's blog. And i have to say your blog is wicked funny. Thanks for the entertainment!
Posted on 5/30/2008
"It's them; not me. Back me up on this, people."
Sorry, no can do. It's like blaming McDonald's for getting fat. They are merely paid facilitators.
Posted on 5/31/2008
I'm pretty sure that the devil is the president of Taco Bell.
Sometimes, I'm hungry and I eat there. But not very often.
Posted on 5/31/2008
Not the devil CH...it's the Mormons!!!
"It's then; not me." I beg to differ Cach...all things are your fault, have you not figured that out yet?
Posted on 5/31/2008
Sorry man cant bash the bell. Its my favorite place under 5 bucks. Mmmmm Cheesy Gordita Crunch....gotta go
Posted on 5/31/2008
Sorry, kiddo, it's all you.
By the way, I hear you're going to be directing the Christmas show this year!
Posted on 6/02/2008