Taco Bell
I don't get it. Every team I ever root for loses. This means gorditas. And lots of them. As you may be aware, the Irish won (lost) this weekend along with the Vikes, and Twinks. Unfortunately I was unable to wallow in their goey, cheesy mediocrity in my traditional way due to prior engagements. You see, after every loss (or near loss), my college roommate and I would hit the tbell to kiss off another L and pronounce our Ty hatred. I decided to continue this tradition last night at 6:30pm. On my way to the bell, some 17yr old girl talking on a phone drove for at least 2 blocks the wrong way on a 4-lane one way street during rush hour and decided to crash into me. Of course you didn't have a red light. You had no light. You were going the wrong way, little girl. So the iOff got hit AGAIN. It just loves getting hit. This was the first time that I've actually been in it when it indulges, but I feel like this really has to be nipped in the bud. Not sure how yet... Anyway, I've been running around trying to take care of that. Lame. Team Nips, 0.
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