crack for fatties

Thanks to some Australian commercial and a few other distractions, I didn’t get nearly as much done as I would have liked.

cubpower came by the office at the end of the day to pick up some of the residual stuff he left behind when he moved his business to his home last August. We figured since he was in the city, we may as well head down to JJ’s to hit happy hour.

We weren’t there terribly long before hunger overtook us and Chad announced his day-long craving for Jack-in-The-Box.

JITB, is not all over the US as I had assumed. Missouri is one of their furthest east regions. I grew up on the stuff. One of my mom’s and my favorite “treats” was to run out and get a bag of their tacos when I was a kid.

These aren’t like Taco Bell tacos.. No sir. They shipped to the restaurant as pre-meat-stuffed shells which are dropped into the fry bin and cooked till they’re crispy and then removed, a slice of american cheese is added, a smattering a iceberg and a squirt of taco sauce.

The greasy creation is slipped into a paper envelope and served to you still molten on the inside… Simply fucking brilliant.

I woofed down four of them and suddenly had to take a nap. I awoke an hour and a half later with heartburn and completely grossed out because my pores wreaked of Taco.

I was compelled to scrub myself with SOS pads and bleach but a hot shower and Irish Spring sufficed.

Upon emerging from the shower I realized I hadn’t put any fast food in my mouth since the guys were gone over Christmas. Perhaps my body is finally loosing its tolerance for fast food.

Assumptions withstanding – you think I’ll run back out and grab another bag of them the next time the craving hits? You’re damn right!

Think I’d blog about it? – Absolutely not.