¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!
What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the middle of a Taco Bell restaurant surrounded by a large group of Mormons?
They were all there with their Jesus name tags on and their shiny black bibles in hand.
I was there with Mumi.
So many thoughts flooded through my mind. So many things that I would have liked to have done or said to them. I got this grand picture in my head of how I would calmly walk up to them, after I was finished with my meal, and I would just start making out with Mumi right there. Right in front of them. Tongue and all! Or, maybe I would come up with some brilliant and clever thing to say about how they may have won this round, but the fight was not over yet and how eventually these two butt bangin' homos would be able to get married and that there was nothing they could do to stop the inevitable. Then, for good measure, I might flip them the bird or grab my crotch or grab Mumi's crotch or whatever.
Yeah, that would have been cool all right.
But, instead, when I was done with my meal, I got up and walked quietly past the Mormons, right out the front door and I got into my truck and I drove home.
And, for that, I am ashamed.
They were all there with their Jesus name tags on and their shiny black bibles in hand.
I was there with Mumi.
So many thoughts flooded through my mind. So many things that I would have liked to have done or said to them. I got this grand picture in my head of how I would calmly walk up to them, after I was finished with my meal, and I would just start making out with Mumi right there. Right in front of them. Tongue and all! Or, maybe I would come up with some brilliant and clever thing to say about how they may have won this round, but the fight was not over yet and how eventually these two butt bangin' homos would be able to get married and that there was nothing they could do to stop the inevitable. Then, for good measure, I might flip them the bird or grab my crotch or grab Mumi's crotch or whatever.
Yeah, that would have been cool all right.
But, instead, when I was done with my meal, I got up and walked quietly past the Mormons, right out the front door and I got into my truck and I drove home.
And, for that, I am ashamed.
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