Ah yes, another shot of "Hey! Give me an Idea!"
So this was an idea offered up by FJeff, "rumination upon feelings of confession or regret." Let's go.
The year was 1996. I was in my first year of college and renting a house with a couple other guys. It was a friday night in early spring, the girlfriend of the time was working her job at a movie theater, and my best friend was back in town on spring break .
Us, not being the incredibly exciting sorts, nor really being men of means, we jumped into my car and headed for the Taco Bell drive-thru.
He is certainly a smarter man than I, having ordered a relatively demure combo meal for about $2.50. Of course, you have to understand that he was attending a private school well known in his field, while I was lazing away at community college, so living up to my lesser intelligence, I ordered two of everything (well, nearly everything.)
I learned a valuable lesson that night. The human body is not designed to consume those levels of junk food in one sitting. But damnit, I did it anyway.
Confession? I once ate $18 worth of Taco Bell as a single meal.
Regret? Well, unsurprisingly, that came later...
Other entries from this round:
Miss Jecka - Is a simulation anything more than scientific fantasy?
Viscous Platypus - Is a simulation anything more than scientific fantasy?