comedy · bodily functions · taco bell · regret · pain · humor · chaotic · distress · food coma
The camera pans over a mountain of Taco Bell: tacos, burritos, nachos. 20,000 calories await. you stares, eyes wide. A friend asks, “Lactose intolerant?” No answer. you dives in, devouring with reckless speed. Glorious. Reckless. Digestive doom. Suddenly, her stomach twists. “Oh no…” She abandons the plate, sprinting for the bathroom. Every stall occupied. Panic. She squeezes into an empty one as tremors hit. Farts escalate to a symphony of squeaks and wet splats. Friends burst in. The bathroom becomes a battlefield of sharting chaos, green clouds filling the air. you clutches the toilet, knees shaking, floor slick. Screams, laughter, moans. They emerge, covered in the aftermath. Patrons flee. Staff closes the door. you stands dazed, thinking, “I survived… barely… but wort…