We have found Taco Friday hiding in a tiny cave. There, it lived on cave water and cave fungus. Cave bats were its only friends, and cave bears have no good idea of what a bathroom should be, or where it should be. In such conditions, can you expect anything less than bestial survival behavior? When brought back to civilization and its light, Taco Friday quickly returned to its old self, suggesting in a way possibly too friendly for some that they drink more whiskey and do not ever ever leave. All is well... OR IS IT?
It is. Taco Friday can be expected at regular interval without unexplained hiatuses. This "blog" will be its torch, and that old Facebook group? Pfft. Just as the crab sheds its shell to grow to fantastic sizes, so too does Taco Friday shed its "shell" to become bigger, mightier, and crabbier. Welcome, dear reader, and in a way, congratulations.
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