Ariel eats spicy seafood broil with hard boiled eggs & sausage. [MUKBANG ASMR]

So I just wanted to let everybody know that Taco Bell brought back their "enchirito." For those who don't know this is Taco Bell's interpretation of an enchilada. They had a modified version of it about 10 years ago which I loved and I've even recreated at home a few times. I always assumed there was something I was missing as the flavor was never quite as good as I remembered. Well, after trying the exact item from Taco Bell themselves just today, I must say that our memories are a lie. Either that, or the world's gone to hell in a hand basket. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be lighting up a fat one on the porch and thinking about what else from my childhood is a lie... and that's ✨ the miracle of aging ✨

🚨GTA6 Will Release Tomorrow

And I was right. October fourth,
two thousand nine. Look it up.
They murdered ten men in three
prisons in the space of two
minutes. Knifed. Throats slashed.
A man was burned alive.
They killed one of my colleagues,
an attorney I knew very well.
Daniel Wachsburger. He was
cooperating with the DEA. The news
said Danny was stabbed forty-eight
times. So when it all blew up... I ran.
Not from the police. From them.
Walter White might be dead, but
Jesse Pinkman and the rest?
They're still out there, somewhere.
Mrs. Schrader, you're looking at a
man who's lost everything. My
profession. My freedom. My
family. It's all gone. I have
nobody. I have... nothing.

Two years ago a man came into my
office. He told me his name was
Mayhew. He wanted one of my
clients to lie under oath. He
offered me money. I refused. Any
lawyer would. That night, as I was leaving my office, men attacked me. They
shoved a bag over my head, hogtied
me and drove me out to the desert.
When they took that hood off, I was
on my knees in front of an open
grave. A gun was pointed at my
head. That was my introduction to
Walter White.
Since that night, there hasn’t been
a minute that I wasn’t afraid.
You’re right. I did help him. But
only because I knew what he’d do if
I refused. Over and over, I
thought about going to the police,
I even thought about going to Agent
Schrader. But I knew that Walter
White would kill me, no matter
where I was.