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Taco Friday for Friday, July 9th



HEEEEEEEEEY

There is going to be a previously unmentioned Taco Friday tomorrow. Guys I'm so sorry that this keeps happening but because of Factors, we have to make Decisions.

I'm not going to lie; it's going to be hot as balls in my apartment tomorrow and I don't have A/C. Punching (consensual only) has been scientifically proven to reduce local entropy, which is realized in reduced temperatures and increased terror. Whiskey and cold, cold wine will be present, featuring old friends and new fears.

(This Taco Friday breaks the rules. -T.N.)

"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: