Taco Friday Lost and Found

If you left a shoebox filled with several wigs (including one "Caribbean Pirate Wig") and a DIY black and white striped t-shirt, plus a bag filled with face paint, come and pick it up. This is exactly the sort of thing that I do not need in my apartment.

Brian is Dead [NSFW]

Taco Friday for Friday, July 8th

B.W. (or as he is know to friends, "B. Walk") is not long for this world. As all True Americans know, nothing exists outside the borders of our great nation except for jihad-fueled migrant workers who want to buy our national debt. Our friend will be leaving us to join the huddled masses and the wretched refuse, so how else to send him off except by having first world problems? Severe first world problems.

Come, friends, and say goodbye to B. Walk. If you don't know or dislike him, come anyway and metaphorically pee on his grave. For those of you who are unfamiliar, B. Walk has survived three generations of Taco Fridays, a feat only boasted by very few others. We will celebrate this by tying together threads from each generation:

1. A mixed punch ideally suited for tacos
2. A love of physical violence
3. Halfway decent food

You know the rest of the drill. RSVP or else you can suck a mad donkey dick. Oh, and why not: