each year, i patiently waited for the summer to come, so i could watch 23 hours of nickelodeon, buy out all the babydoll t's at the mall, and shove as much taco bell and red lobster in my mouth as humanly possible (hence my fantastic palate and discriminating taste for the finer foods in life). seriously, if you were to ask me my favorite food growing up, i probably would have answered a tie between 3 soft tacos with no lettuce from t-bell or crab legs from red lobster. what can i say, i'm fancy like that.
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| - me, all the time |
although my love for taco bell, much like my affinity for butterfly t-shirts and teen nick shows, has gradually declined as i spend more consecutive years in the united states, it seems it is still there, deep down in my subconscious. when i saw this commercial on tv a month or so ago, i loved it immediately, and my desire to eat at taco bell all the time is slowly returning.
I'M ALL LIKE WOW, THAT'S LIKE A WHOLE HONKIN' COW!
this commercial is just fantastic. i love this song. i know every word to this beautiful tune. i caught myself singing it in the shower last week. i want to learn to play it on the piano so i can entertain the crowds at parties and piano bars. i hope y'all join me in learning it, loving it, and LIVIN IT.
also, that reminds me- do y'all remember that chick who claimed she lost a lot of weight on the taco bell diet? can someone look in to that for me? i'd be willing to bet that she was spewing a crock of LIES- i've been on the taco bell diet for YEARS, and i don't look like this bizzaro-marie-osmond.
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| you sleep in a bed of lies bought with taco bell blood money |
now, i will warn you- i will be blogging about quite a few commercials. i really have a lot of opinions about all of them. that makes me sound like all i do is sit at home every day and watch tv, but i really don't. promise. my theory is that i watch quite an eclectic collection and NORMAL AMOUNT (PROMISE!!) of shows, so i am exposed to a wider variety of commercials than the common man. also, my inherited personality characteristic of loving to nit-pick and call out the smallest of inconsistencies (thanks, mom!!) really helps me judge them. betchaa can't wait, huh?? ME EITHER!
So I just wrote a freakin' masterpiece of a comment, and it was deleted by the Google gods. I must atone for my sins somehow. In the meantime, I will try and recreate the total awesome that was the comment.
ReplyDeleteTaco Bell. My sweet, sweet pseudo-Mexican lover. My menu item of choice is the Combo #3 - three crooonchy taco supremes (that means SOUR CREAM baby), with no tomatoes (because they're gross), and no lettuce (because they stiff you on the cheese if you do).
John and I craved TBell so much at one point that we spent no less than 3 hours searching all of Singapore for the lone Taco Bell. Our search was not in vain. We eventually found it, but then I sat there nitpicking that the cheese was different.
Speaking of cheese, do you remember that they used to use finely grated cheese? And now they have the fatty ding-dong cheese?
Oh, and the crazy lady? She is on their trademarked "Drive-Thru Diet". You can sign up to make a Frescolution on their website. Which I can only assume means that you promise to only eat Fresca tacos. Which are basically just raw tomatoes in tortillas. The Taco Bell experience? I think not.
My last word is this: CHEDDAR BAY BISCUITS AND CRAAAAB LEGS.
Loves and keeses,
Danielle