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Taco Friday for Friday, March 26th.

Who's got two thumbs and is hosting an ostensibly taco-themed party? This guy (me). As previously mentioned, Taco Friday is back in gear and ready to roll. It's been too long. I hope you haven't forgotten me. Do... do you remember me? My name is Adam, and I wear a beard and also my heart on my sleeve.

There will be no theme, but there will be dessert and also a secret surprise. Anyone who writes a short (two to three paragraphs) essay about Taco Friday will win a prize. Anyone who brings pictures of their parakeet will win a different, smaller prize. My hosses, I can't wait.

As always, the Taco Friday Customer Support Team is available at taco.friday.inquiries@gmail.com.

"History is merely a list of surprises. It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again. Please write that down."

Weeks without tacos; who could imagine this fate? Moreover, who could survive? This is what it must feel like for a father to fail his children, or maybe for a father goose to fail his goslings. I have no way of knowing in either case.

There are still twelve horrible days before Friday, March 26th, the next celebration that brings us together. This will be a grand time with a grand menu, enough to make up for three weeks of personal failings. Let's all consider what we've accomplished in Taco Friday, and how we've been bettered or worsed (read: wurst, or sausaged). What have you gained from Taco Friday? Have you gotten hit? Hit on? Did you meet your spouse or spouse-to-be? Did you rage, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing? I want to know.

Your personal essay task: What Does Taco Friday Mean To You? My video response:

I'm just going to leave this here

Congratulations, Whitesnakes and Melody.

The Camel's Back

Guys I'm so sorry.

For the next three Fridays, I will be out of state and therefore unable to host a Taco Friday. I will not be able to yell or even glare at you through hazy eyes. This is completely unavoidable and a shame beyond shame. Your consolation prize is this, a complete triumph of the human pigeon spirit.




Hu-ZZAH!