My cousin: hey man, what’s that say?

Me: there’s an entire menu, which part?

My cousin: yeah, yeah, that’s what I mean.

Me: you want me to read the whole menu, sitting in the drive through?

My cousin: yeah, man, you fucking rock, can you do it in an Irish accent?

Me: jaysus feckin christ, I’m not reading the entire menu

My cousin: dude, c’mon, I can’t read it all.

Me: it’s the same as it always is, and you get the same thing every time

My cousin: nah, man, I promise, I won’t get a chalupa this time.

Me: sigh I swear to fucking god, if you order a chalupa, you’re walking home.

My cousin: yeah, man, no problem, I love you man.

Me: reads the entire fucking menu until we get to chalupas

My cousin: yeah, that! I want a fucking chalupa!

Me: bangs head against steering wheel

Me: orders fucking chalupas

Also me: kicks cousin out of car and drives home slowly so he doesn’t get lost, eating the damn chalupas myself

I feel like taco bell is something you should grow out of. The human anus can only take so much punishment.