Hello, my name is Jon, and I am a taco-holic.
Living with a taco addiction is terrible. It affects your ability to make rational decisions.
Sunday night we ate at my favorite taco place. That night I became deathly ill. This of course raises the question of wether it was the food or the flu.
Today, I took the taco leftovers out to throw them away just in case they were the culprit . . . . But I couldn’t do it. I decided that risking grave illness was better than throwing tacos away,
So I ate them.
I’m sitting on the toilet waiting . . . Just in case.
At least you’ve admitted you have a problem. They say that’s the first step… π
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Thank you for coming John…my name is Jessica and I’m a cheetoholic. When they hit the floor im all in. π£
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Be careful, they say Cheetos are a gateway food to tacos
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Yes, soon I will be dipping them in guacamole. π Go chase them children! Have a great day!
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But only the crunchy ones. I once drove through Atlanta at rush hour, in a truck with a 5 speed manual transmission, with only a bag of Cheetos and a vocabulary that shocked even me. We inched along to the smell of burning clutch and that damned orange dust was everywhere
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To be fair, this is good science.
Tacos are magic. any safety measures to make sure that tacos stay with you is reasonable.
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