when you're laying in the bed and you're feeling something spread

Dear Taquitos,

Even though I fear you are the direct cause of my bout with the runs last night, I still sit here and eat the shit out of you.

It was either you or that scrumptious grilled steak taco from Taco Bell.

I guess I'll know by the end of the night.

Science!,
Fu-Fu

August 20, 2001 | 5:49 p.m.

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