Showing posts with label Taco Bell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taco Bell. Show all posts
Friday, June 19, 2009
You Know What Really Grinds My Gears...
I'm tired of people trying to get me into Heaven. I don't think I'd like it there. I don't think I'd know anybody. They say it is easier to get a camel through the eye of a needle than to get a rich man into heaven. OK, that settles it. I don't want to go to heaven if it's all poor people. I won't know anybody, except for Hector my gardener. I like Hector, but I think we've already exhausted our entire conversation potential when we discussed just how much we both liked the Taco Bell Club Chalupa. I'd rather be in Hell with all of my friends. And why are religious people always quoting John in 316? I know Tony, who lives in 317, and it's literally across the hall. He said John is a complete douchebag who kills kittens with his bare hands, and sits with the door open wearing a beret, and masturbating to the Disney Channel.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
South of the Border
In an effort to stay current on our espanol, Jen and I headed south of the border to Taco Bell for some lunch. Like any other outing we plan, this adventure was just as eventful.
Upon opening the doors, we were whisked away by the smell of burritos and well, mexicans. The decor of this particular TB was done in a pallet of fresco colors with your quintessential abstract art adorning the walls. Jen was quite taken with the one that looked like an Indian or a glacier, we weren't too sure.
The other patrons represented many walks of life. There were your lawn guys, a couple of teenagers, creepy business man and black lady. We quietly enjoyed our lunch whilst listening to the soothing sounds of adult contemporary music. Almost paradise, we're knocking on Heaven's door...
We were starving and our food couldn't come quick enough. Alas, we heard our number called, "# 2sebentine". We assumed he meant 217 and Jen headed up to grab our platters. We enjoyed our fine dining as we caught up on the last few days. Jen has been sick...I think she caught that Spanish Fly. We finished up and bid adios to our friends down south.
Our drive back to the office was leisurely. We chatted about how awesome we were. Que imponente! Jen located a parking spot right in the front next to the Asian mafia. They are our friends because Bearkat is Asian. Although we almost ran over Blanche from Golden Girls on our way into the office, our lunch was muy sabroso!
Upon opening the doors, we were whisked away by the smell of burritos and well, mexicans. The decor of this particular TB was done in a pallet of fresco colors with your quintessential abstract art adorning the walls. Jen was quite taken with the one that looked like an Indian or a glacier, we weren't too sure.
The other patrons represented many walks of life. There were your lawn guys, a couple of teenagers, creepy business man and black lady. We quietly enjoyed our lunch whilst listening to the soothing sounds of adult contemporary music. Almost paradise, we're knocking on Heaven's door...
We were starving and our food couldn't come quick enough. Alas, we heard our number called, "# 2sebentine". We assumed he meant 217 and Jen headed up to grab our platters. We enjoyed our fine dining as we caught up on the last few days. Jen has been sick...I think she caught that Spanish Fly. We finished up and bid adios to our friends down south.
Our drive back to the office was leisurely. We chatted about how awesome we were. Que imponente! Jen located a parking spot right in the front next to the Asian mafia. They are our friends because Bearkat is Asian. Although we almost ran over Blanche from Golden Girls on our way into the office, our lunch was muy sabroso!
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