That feeling when the Taco Cleanse beats you to market and gets like 9,000,000 shares.
Any time I hear the word “cleanse” I have to hold onto my eyeballs or they’ll roll so far back in my head the retinas will detach. I mean, I know a lot of very smart people who swear by the things. And they’re probably going to live forever and beat back the sadness of florescent lights and eventually open a doughnut shop in the Caribbean while I’m here making jokes on Twitter. I still can’t help it. Cleanses are BS.
But this. This is a cleanse I’d get into.
This isn’t spec. But it’s not not spec, either.