From: Big Bob's Red Hot Burrito and Taco Shop
Category: Amis
Date: 7/9/99
Time: 11:10:57 PM
Remote Name: 129.37.178.181
It was the end of the summer of 1997. My friend and I had been driving for a week straight, visiting famous sites across the USA, we were eventually headed for Montreal. All of that week we ate nothing else, really, than taco bell, cheese sticks, and "pickle in a bag"s; this is not a pleasant combintation, which we were about to find out. Hungry and tired, we finally reached Fargo, N. Dakota and there it was, the sign of something worse than death; it was something so forrbiden, yet so, so tasty: Big Bob's Red Hot Burrito and Taco Shop. Big Bob's big "deal" of the day was two "Red Hot bean burritos" for 50 cents. We ate the burritos vigorously, not thinking of possible consequences. The next day, we arrived in Minneapolis, Minnisota when I felt a sudden thunder in my belly. "Oh shit," I thought, not thinking of the pun. I ran into the Arby Hamburgers Shop and planted myself on the toilet. The task seemed endless. On that day I saw things, things I thought were not humanly possible. Finally, I came to the end of the fleet enima like evacuation; I flushed and got sucked away, so I thought. Innocently, I washed my hands, not thinking of what might happen. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw a monster rising out of the toilet and making its way onto the tiled floor. Quickly, I turned around, ready to defend myself. Seeing no hope, I ran; I ran like I had gotten a powerful air boost from my ass. I got in my car and drove as fast I could, never to look back. At the time, only I knew that the ruthless monster would attack the twin city that day.