When it comes to Taco Bell, I’m pretty simple.  My meal always includes either a Mexican pizza or a cheesy gordita crunch (or both) and a minimum amount of extra sauce.

But when it comes to the sauce, I’m a wuss.  You will not see me employing the fire sauce.  On rare occassions, I will rock some hot sauce on the Mexican pizza instead of mild and verde:

 But Taco Bell is not deterred by my lack of interest in climbing the Scoville scale.  Today I noticed a new bin of sauce packets, making the progression now go Mild->Hot->Fire->DIABLO:

No. Thank you.  My most frequent TB companion is a hot sauce fan, though, and after I sent him the above picture, he seemed into it:

Okay, I admit there is no official “Man vs Food” style challenge at work here, and eating that many packets will likely not do much to increase your longevity.  But you also never know until you try, so give it a shot and let me know your results!

And if you’re wondering why I have this friend labeled as “Mklovin,” I do have a logical explanation.  Back in the older cell phone days, texting/calling individuals from my contact list in a quick manner first required searching for their name.  Unfortunately I had frequently contacted people named both Mike and Mika, so typing M-I-K took forever and did not get me Mike.  So he became Mklovin, speeding up my phone life by an entire character.