I woke up in a cold sweat this morning after a nightmare. Jack in the box was after me with 2 regular tacos that were shaved down and a sampler trio consisting of a hammer, hacksaw and cyanide. Being that I was intoxicated with drunken munchies, my good decision making capabilities were flawed. I ran my ass off and just when I thought I was in the clear, Jack showed up and lured me in with his manufactured scent. He proceeded to abuse me orally with an egg roll. He forced me to say things like, "I want your ranch dressing in or around my mouth." Jack proceeded to manipulate my mind with promises of cheesey goodness when a sharp pain attacked my stomach. I knew that taco was coming for me. Damn you Jack, with your misleading offerings of love in shape of mini serloin burgers. Consider yourselves warned.
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