Well I can't really describe a taco. It's about the size of a small hot dog, contains scrambled egg some sort of sausage pattie and three strips of smoked bacon. Add to that some peppers and onion and the smell alone at 7am is nauseous.
One is enough. Five just appalling.
It's her gunt that makes me physically wretch.
And by gunt I mean the pet of her anatomy where her gut and her nether regions meet in one wobbly layered globual of lard.
Her five hairy Chins. Her fat krankles her greasy hair and beady little crow-like eyes.
Topped off with the judgmental attitude you'd need to be miss world to carry off.
Not eat the world. Which is probably what's she's considering right now as she sets about a 24 inch pizza for lunch.
I despise her.
Judging by the amount it eats, it probably won't be around for too much longer...