Hello. My name is Bob and I'm an addict.It all started back in 1987 when I visited my first Taco Bell on Kings Highway in Shreveport, Louisiana. Normal day, heading back home from running trout lines on the river. Up to this point in my life, everything was simple. Go to school, hang out with my friends, 4H, FFA, Tommy Baker's Rodeo on Friday nights. Life was good, you know. I was just another happy go lucky 16 year old kid.I'd had plenty of tacos prior to this day, but never had I eaten one that didn't come from combining a 12 pack of shells, pound of ground meat and an Old El Paso taco seasoning pack. Again, simple but enjoyable, as life should be.We got back in the truck with our stash of tacos. My first bite was great. It's a taco, not as good as momma's, but good. Then my buddy handed me a little sauce packet and told me to try it on my taco.What's it it?, I asked.Don't worry about it. Everyone's doing it. It's good, you'll love it, he said.I should have listened to Nancy Reagan. I should have just said no.Thirty seven years later I am still recovering. My family helped me make it. My wife is a founding member of Sauce Anon, helping other family members of TBHS addicts like myself.Don't be like me. Don't give in to the sauce. Just say no. But if you did, get the 12 pack of bottles on a recurring subscription. If not, the neighbors will call the police when they hear you pillaging their kitchen at 3AM because you forgot to order more.Best Regards,Solsberry Somewhat
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