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Post by The Pompadour on Mar 25, 2009 20:51:55 GMT -7
Oh Dear sweet Taco Bell/KFC how your presence brings me bliss. Such a holy combo you make. 11 Herbs and spices living in harmony Diarrhea inducing beans of Joy. When I see your ridiculous neon sign I have visions of the Colonel ringing that beautiful bell and yelling " I say I say boy, cum git yurself sum so of these here taters" I would bathe in said potatoes and gravy basking in their glory. The new Grande Quesadilla makes me believe in god, allah, buddha and Sean Spackman all at once. Its like a gigantic mash up of a spiritual enlightenment, thanksgiving and a wet dream...you know uplifting and awkwardly delightful. The extra crispy chicken amazes my mouth beyond words. The greatness of your breasts is only surpassed by the ones of the semi-cute girl who works at the drive-thru window and always gives me entirely too much volcano sauce and calls me "hun". you're always a comfort to grumbling bellies and yet sometimes the cause.
and for this Taco Bell/ KFC I applaud thee.
sorry i was really fucking bored and stoked on my TB. feel free to add.
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Post by The Pompadour on Mar 26, 2009 19:15:35 GMT -7
seriously was it that awful? It makes me laugh...kinda
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Post by Jonas on Mar 26, 2009 20:30:08 GMT -7
I enjoyed.
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