I wanted to start a series on our blog called "Fond Taco Bell Memories", it would be a place for Griff and I to lay some past Taco greatness on you guys while we reminisced- memories kick ass.
Im going to start this series off with one of my favorite traditions- Taco Day. In the Fall of '02 my HeteroLifemate Mikey Kelley and I used to be known for: good grades, good looks and great times, generally involving him urinating on someone or something in an alcoholic haze, it was his good ole' party trick. Mick is a great guy, he lived with his dad till 26, gambled for a living and is literally the only person I know to ever have the shit beat out of them in a cab in Vegas, robbed and left out in the desert. Mick also is quite the Taco Bell enthusiast. One Sunday morning after a brutal night out, we decided nothing would fix our hang over like a run for the border. We hopped in Mick's Red Z3 and drove into town. Upon arriving at the drive thru a conversation started, "Hey G, I bet you cant eat a whole Grande Meal." not one to shy away from any food or booze related challenge, I stepped up to the plate, and so did he. I later found out that this is known as the "Grande Meal Challenge" whatever, we thought it was cool. We collected our orders, drove back to the house and much to the chagrin of those there to watch the Cowboys game, we crushed our meals, well under the ten minute mark- that day a tradition was started, two idiots would roll in around 1230 to collect their meals and we would go back to the house, eat our meals and watch football- If Football wasn't on, an Arnold movie.
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