The incoherent ramblings of someone with crippling anxiety and the attention span of a monkey on steroids who's been dumped in the south pacific and told to make a new life for herself by eating plants and trying to make sense out of nonsense which is probably what you're doing as you read this. Also cute dog pictures.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Daily Story 66 - Tacos of Tacoville
Many tacos lived in Tacoville. They lived very normal lives, despite their obvious handicap of being a perishable food that many people liked to eat, unless of course they began growing mold and then the tacos died of mold age (ha ha, get it? mold age! I'm so clever.) instead of dying a sudden, painful death at the hands (or teeth) of a hungry person. Most tacos preferred the sudden, painful death due to the fact that mold is gross, but they did not much care for this way of dying, either, so some would try to come up with a creative solution that allowed for them to die without pain or vomit-inducing mold. And so, the town of Tacoville had a very high rate of taco suicide by hot sauce.
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