It’s late. You’re leaving the pub and just want something to soak up some of the beer. You know better. Yes, you do. But it’s convenient, and you’re pretty sure those leftovers in the fridge are way past their expiration date and moving into the science experiment stage. Everything is fine.
Until the gut-rumble alarm clock jolts you awake in the morning.
Taco Hell. Where all bad little tacos go.