You Can Now Live Más With A Taco Bell Sleepover
by paige_moomey, 9 years ago |
2 min read
Don’t just *buy* drunk food—sleep over at its house.
Saturday night at “The Bell” goes down like this: Five vodka sodas in, you develop an acute need. More than a craving, it’s like achieving a cheesy, crunchy, beefy snack has become your new life purpose. So you gulp down your remaining drink, wipe your face on your sleeve, and take off like the Tasmanian Devil. Eyes wide with desire, you’ve got only one thing on your mind: two Quesalupas and a side of fried Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes. What if I told you you actually could stay at that beefy, cheesy Promise Land? Imagine curling up on a comfy couch with your Quesalupa and some “Seinfeld,” devouring processed beef with your hands. You wouldn’t even have to concern yourself with the irritation of patrons watching you like a creature in the orangutan exhibit. Well, that supreme contentment is available to you, my friend.

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