Dear Taco Bell

Dear Taco Bell,

I am writing to you to ask that you respectfully return control of my bowels. I must admit, I am confused at this sudden turn in our relationship. I don't know what I have done to do that warrants you treating me this way. I thought we were in a good place, but then you pull this?!

In the begining we did not always get along, but over the years we have built a solid foundation in overlooking each others flaws. In the old days I use to visit you at all hours of the night, in the clothes I had worn for multiple days and the pizza stain on my shirt and your employees didn't always wash their hands and your spokesman was a freakin crack addicted dog. Still we grew a mutual respect and admiration.

We have got along in harmony for years. Why would you choose now to turn on me like this? I just don't understand. I will be fine no doubt, but this betrayal will take time for me to get over. Eventually and slowly we can and will rebuild the trust and I will give you another shot. Please don't take it for granted.

In the mean time must request you give me some time and space and leave me alone, for now. Please it's the least you can do after all we have been through. Just leave me...

Brent