Dying couldn’t be much worse.

I don’t know if you’ve ever had food poisoning, but it frickin sucks. Seriously, it’s so terrible, I’ve only been sicker once in my life and that was when I almost died.

Technically, I don’t think I can say that it was the frick-nasty Taco Bell meat that got 3/4 of my family violently ill, but guess what, frick-nasty Taco Bell meat got 3/4 of my family violently ill.

We went out to TB on Thursday night. Friday morning hits and so does the vomit patrol.

Now what am I supposed to do? People have asked if I’ve called Taco Bell, but they really only have two ways to respond:
1. Prove it – They are going to say that I can’t prove it was Taco Bell and so there is nothing I can do.
2. Do you want free coupons? – This is the more likely response and my answer would be a resounding “No, thanks”.

Do you really think that I want more of you tortilla-wrapped black death?

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