Look, the bread wasn't hard, the patties weren't dry, and the fries were fresh because I ask for them unsalted. If I don't have to cook shit on a working night, the bare minimum fulfills me. He who hath partaken of Taco Bell in the last five years cannot judge me.
Ugh. It's so hard keeping up with a murder timeline for serial killers. Oh wait, I haven't written out an actual timeline for this. Naw, that shit is Future Me's problem.