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Taco Friday for Friday, August 28th

I'm very sorry to say that I have bad news. In very short time, we will be losing several dear, dear friends to what amounts to death: expatriation. Though their shifting bodies will move their mouths, alien syllables will pour out in a meaningless torrent. Their dull eyes will look but not focus, like the pale shimmer of those of fish. They will eat slightly different fried potato dishes, potentially with a different fatty topping, and call them stupid names. Ugh.

While there is never any sort of hope (Ever - ed.), we can offer solace! And whiskey and yelling, tacos and camaraderie. Come join the soon-to-be dearly departed in one last stand of what you've hopefully come to enjoy, Taco Friday. Same taco time, same taco place. I will break step and ask that a few people bring a small dish to pass so that there will be constant rejoicing. Also bring some beers and tell me if you want a particular mixed drink.

This is going to be big, guys. Rarely do the dead get to enjoy their own funeral. Here's something to wet your palate.