Does anybody actually like Taco Bell? To rephrase: do sober people go to Taco Bell? And, if so, do they enjoy themselves? Are there people in the world who, sitting on their couches in the pangs of hunger, yet of sound mind, say to themselves, "You know what I could go for right now? A nice fat bag of Taco Bell menu items that give you& diarrhea." Are these warriors of the night born with iron stomachs? Or do they derive great joy from spending hours on the toilet, hurling liquid crap from their butts, sweating and grunting like a feral apeslaughtering its nemesis? Maybe, just maybe, someone somewhere in the world is even turned on by the prospect of Taco Bell items that make you sick.
The best thing about Taco Bell is the perverse glee it takes in creating new, Frankenstein's Monster tacos. Taco Bell has slung out some truly stomach wrenching inventions. The kind of menu items that make you wanna slather yourself in grease, roll into a giant tortilla, and be eaten by an inebriated giant, just so you can know what it's like to be one of those Taco Bell meals that cause bubbleguts, slipping through the stomach and intestines of a monster, surfing its bile on your rapidly eroding tortilla surfboard. The Magic School Bus, minus the bus, plus a raging tide of mucusy excrement.
So, with eyes unclouded by alcohol, let's take a look at the most diarrhea-inducing things Taco Bell has ever made, half of which already so closely resemble soft sh*t you kinda have to wonder whether they even change form while passing through you.