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Taco Bell motherfuckers before/after I have this weird paranoia that the fast food people want to spit in my food. Especially those fuckers at Taco Bell. I pull up, and they always fuck up my order. I strive to be polite, and sometimes, if I'm a bit brusque, I just have this feeling in the back of my head the drive through guy is giving the signal. "CODE 13! CODE 13! THIS GUY IS AN ASS!" Sometimes I think they might do it even when I'm being nice, its just something that they do. I always scan my food for it, a random loogey. Not sure if its possible to find one, or know you've found one in one of their steak quesadillas, though. I've probably inhaled more snot than a box of kleenex in an old folks home. Everyonce in a while, in the winter, I would go into the store because the driver-side window doesnt work so well in really cold temperatures. So I'd get in there, and be able to check them all out. Give them the once-over, the all-knowing-eye. See who actually is handling my food. Which is a mistake. In these places, you just dont wanna know. It only fuels the speutum paranoia. Every shift at the local taco bell has a retard working for it. And their retard will inevitably greet me when I enter. We make small talk, or try anyway. I'm nice to their retard. I'm nice to your retard, how can you spit in my food! But its like, I keep going to the same damn taco bell. Im just a lazy prick.
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