Here is that thing, though

- 1/2 tablespoon maple syrup
- 2 dashes bitters
- 2 oz. bourbon
- a splash of sparkling water

Add maple syrup to a glass full of ice. Add the remaining ingredients. Stir with the tiniest wisk, serve.

This is what we do

These pictures are only as rude as the people in them.

BACK into the saddle

Taco Friday for Friday, December 18th

FOLKS, we're going to have a third consecutive Taco Friday. This is the last in the "Return of Taco Friday" series. I know you're all tuckered out, but this is not about you; it's about me, and my desires, and my crippling fear of being alone for even one night. Be my surrogate family.

Again, please let me know if you will attend. I assure nonsense, shenanigans, situations, and a plurality of embarrassments. Will one of these embarrassments be yours? You'll have to find out.

OOPS

** LIVEBLOG 11DEC2009 **

Alright so that was laughable. We all knew that I have no decisions in my heart and that I would rapidly give up. It was funny, yes, and the one person (me) who read this tacoblog between the last post and this one was expecting live, unfiltered content of Taco Friday. I apologize, but not in a way that is meaningful.

Let's not name names, but someone demanded ( Editor: it was me, no one demanded this - ASB) to see an awful thing. I warn all folks of decency and standards not to view it. It is awful. Nothing gainful can be obtained from it. Do not scroll down if you care at all about things.














I remind you that we all make decisions.

WE DOIN' THIS

** LIVEBLOG 11DEC2009 **

Here at Taco Friday, we're committed to giving you the best, every time. To that end this we will be LIVE BLOGGING, yes, LIVE BLOGGING this shit. That means that I will post events which are seemingly insignificant, in significantly more than 140 characters. Let's get this rolling.

7:02 pm - sitting here writing on the internet. Whitey is one of my tallest friends, but not the tallest. Unless he is dead or no longer my friend, this is accurate and permissible for a "live blog event." WE CHECK IN LATER.


Note: I will get bored of this almost immediately.

Rap music, my droogs

The above scene is taken from Achewood. It depicts a five-year-old otter, who has been lied to by a robot that this technique is a form of break dancing. It's a metaphor?


Tacos for Friday, December 11th, 2009

We did it, man. We did it. Miraculously there are tacos for the second week in a row. This hasn't happened in as long as it's been since I realized that some of my friends don't want to drink whiskey and eat tacos every single Friday. I don't understand it, no, but I did realize this.

In short, there will be a Taco Friday on December 11th, 2009. Same Taco place, same Taco time. There is no theme beyond the ordinary, which is to say that fear is a dead thing and we are also dead things, but should not be afraid.

Please confirm with the host that you will attend Taco Friday because this is the internet, I have no way of knowing.

A beautiful thing

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.

WHAAAT

Next Taco Friday is April 3rd. We are OUTZ

Hey guuuuys. I'll be on vacation or out of town on Friday 'til April 3rd. A long time, I know! There's no reason you can't pull your own Taco Friday in the meantime. Shit, you should. Take pictures and forget to be scared of things, okay?

Chewbacca in the Spring

Non-existent readers, I am sorry for not reminding you about tacos. Since you never comment or acknowledge my presence, I continue to mumble noisily into the void. However, you missed something wonderful if you were not at tacos this last Friday the 27th. Records were broken. Legs were shot. Cheese, too, was shot. Nothing was held sacred and the walls crumbled as a distant horns were heard, a victorious army.

Nexxxt taco Friday comin' ATCHA soon. Probably this Friday, March 6th, though nothing concrete has been decided.

HEY GUY. If you read this, let me know ok?... Whitey?