Taco Joint - you have to believe me - I never meant for this to happen. I was on the east side of town and ... well, Fuzzy's opens at 6:30 a.m. ... and bacon, egg and cheese tacos sounded so good after that ATP torture. So, I admit it, okay? I stopped. I ate two tacos, but it meant nothing to me. Nothing. The bacon wasn't crispy, the napkins were sub par, the ratio of cheese to egg was completely off. It wasn't the same as you. Not even close. I was a fool. I hope you won't let this ruin what we have on Saturdays. I never meant to hurt you.
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