Every now and then, Taco Bell gives us nacho fries. We all get excited, we get our hopes up, we think, “Wow, there’s hope in this world.”

Then it’s gone. They taketh what they give. Not even a warning. It’s midnight and we get to the drive through, like wrapped around the building as we’re probably the only sober ones. We pull up just to find out they’re gone.

Sadness. 

Sobriety is gone. We begin to think about it, why must they take away our happiness? Our escape from the world. 

It’s nonsense. We shouldn’t have to put up with it. We. Need. Nacho. Fries.

For the love of humanity, Taco Bell, make them permanent.