OK so I am not real fat.

Keep in mind that I was fat a while ago. And by a while ago I mean last summer. I have lost some weight. As I was eating my spicy potato soft taco from the wonderful world of Taco Bell I was reminded of the time I almost Died at a taco bell. This was a year or so before my mission. I was in love with hard tacos at the time. Well a few of my friends and I went to our regular stop at the Bell and I got a few hard tacos and a drink. Back then I think that came to fifty cents. I took a few bites of that Mexico goodness and I felt part of the shell get lodged in my throat. I remember thinking I need to take smaller bites. Well I coughed and informed everyone at the table that I was choking. Bubba gave me the international sign for choking. That was not helpful at the time. So I proceeded to take a few drinks of Dr. Pepper. Nothing worked. I was going to die in a Taco Bell in Mesa Arizona. The good news is I was not going to die alone. My friends were there to make fun of me till the end. Since that day over sixteen years ago I have never ordered a hard taco for myself. Oh by the way I just ate more taco and it sort of shoved the lodged food down the pipe. Who knew that eating more would save my life?