Back in the good old days, when times and menus were much simpler, a person could walk into a Taco Bell and order a burrito.
Now, you have to decide if you want that burrito rolled in Dorito dust, wrapped in a habanero waffle cone, sealed inside a bag of Limited Edition Funyuns and launched from a t-shirt cannon, directly at your face.
It’s crazy.
(But still . . . {hangs head in shame} . . .quite delicious.)
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