It's a fact that you can put on weight just by standing outside a Taco Bell through the phenomenon of cheese osmosis. It's dairy equivalent of quantum tunnelling. While Mexican food isn't exactly an all-singing and all-dancing festival of healthiness, Taco Bell aspires. I want a triple cheese bypass and a taco stent to go.
That said, should you be stoned enough to be mistaken for a prehistoric monument, it offers a certain comfort at the time, even if you're knowingly making an exchange for a sea of lamentation the following morning. Some post-evening regrets can be escaped through the expedient of grabbing your undergarments and sneaking out the front door, others involve twelve cheap tacos and aren't nearly so easily evaded.