>>69805141>baja blast.It was 3 am; the IRyStocrat was driving the Hooman to Taco Bell after one woke up asking for a Baja Blast and a Doritos Tacos Locos. They drove for half an hour until they got to the only 24-hour Taco Bell in town. As they drove in, the IRyStocrat asked, "Do you want anything?" to the Femhooman in the back, but she didn't say anything and just shook her head as a sign of no.
The Hooman ordered a Baja Blast and Doritos Tacos Locos, and the IRyStocrat ordered some Hope Soda. After that, they went up to the window and took their order, but the Femhooman was clearly upset. The IRyStocrat asked, "What's your deal?" as he looked at her in the rearview mirror. "Nothing," she said, pouting, while the Hooman was munching on her food, throwing crumbs everywhere.
"You said you didn't want anything," said the IRyStocrat with an annoyed voice as he saw the Hooman messing up the car seat with the food. "You're supposed to get someone something on your own without them having to ask for it," she said with a resentful tone. The IRyStocrat rolled his eyes and did a U-turn back to the Taco Bell. "What the hell are you doing?!" exclaimed the woman. "Back to the Goddamn Taco Bell; we're still nearby," he said with a defeated voice.
Indignantly, she leaned to the front and clawed her nails into the front seat. "I don't want anything now because you're just getting it because I told you I wanted something!" she yelled into his non-designed ear. Before the IRyStocrat could say anything, he hit a hole in the road, and the Hooman's Baja Blast flew up into the air. The car's interior was completely stained.
There was no sex. 
