Daily Story 132 - Russian Taco

What would that be like? Would it be a regular taco prepared by a Russian, or would it have some kind of Russian food element in it? Would it be drenched in Vodka? Would it even be a taco? It could be anything. It could even be a Sad Box of Fruit Snacks. The possibilities are endless.

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.

Daily Story 39 - Taco Tuesday

They always serve tacos on Tuesday. It's a strange and often horrifying kind of taco, but nevertheless it is still a taco. The people like to eat these tacos, but they prefer a less disgusting type of taco, so they often decide to eat tacos elsewhere. The Tuesday tacos are free, though, so anyone who doesn't like to spend money will stop caring about how disgusting these tacos are and eat them anyway.

Tacos like to be eaten. They also like to dance. They dance a lot, and life is good until the day they are eaten, at which time they are no longer tacos but whatever tacos become after they are eaten. Tacos do not know what happens to them after they are eaten, but they like to think it involves potatoes. Nobody knows why they like to think this, but it doesn't really matter to the tacos. They just like to have fun until they are eaten. They dance around, and sometimes they poke things.

The life of a Tuesday taco is very special indeed.