Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I dont wanna taco bout it

A long time ago in a far away land called childhood I remember having this nightmare and it went a little something like this.

I boarded this bus full of taco people... like tacos with faces, arms, legs and some even had mustaches (like the one in the photo bellow), but that is beside the point, so I was riding along with my fellow tacos and arrived into town.
Everyone in town was also a taco, except for me... I guess you could say I was the minority.
Well everytaco was so kind and friendly and I even had made friends with a taco that was a male and he was showing me around and introducing me the other taco friends, unfortunately this is where the dream takes a turn for the worse.
I was getting up off a bench and when all the taco people looked at me they all gasped in horror!
I had sat/crushed a fellow taco person not just a fellow taco but a granny taco with a little cane and I had done the unthinkably... I killed her! The people of tacoville were angry and starting chasing me with what I believe were utensils... they wanted me dead!

I thankfully woke up and I believe this is where my dislike for hardshell tacos began.

1 comment:

Sharee said...

Your crazy! But I hate hard shell tacos too!