Tacos, feat. DJ Darlin' Darwin

Taco Friday for Friday, February 17th



@}-,-`- CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON ;D

Time to pick yourself up by your bootstraps, folks, 'cause it's time to THINK POSITIVELY. No more piling up boxes of "denied emotions" in the "dark recesses of your soul" just because you want to "fit in." You wouldn't anyway, so what's the use in feel bad about being bad? THINK POSITIVELY.

To that end, I present to you the offer of tacos on Friday. You can put them in your body and they will become a part of you. You are just a transient collection of re-purposed dead things that shits out pieces of itself. THINK POSITIVELY. To further illustrate this message, a special guest, A. Darwin R., will be in attendance, promoting positive thought to a level that was once thought to be dangerous.

Same taco time, same taco place. You know the drill: RSVP or you will get spanked.

Taco Terrors

Taco Friday for Friday, January 20th

Taco Friday, your mother and mine, has sent several of her boys to war. Like any pragmatic patriot, she knows that they will not return the same, if they return at all. Dave 'The Smile' Morgan. Brian 'Who Loves Wigs?' Walker. Who can forget these kind or awful souls? Soon, Jay 'Jay' Pyle, will join their ranks.

We celebrate in the only way we know how: poorly. Come and say goodbye to a tall, tall gentleman. As always, there will be prizes and someone who is too excited to see you (me). RSVP or you're dead to me.

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIIIME OF THE YEAR

Taco Friday for December 2nd



GET OUT OF TOWN. You have ample time to "get ready for this." Tacos are getting more and more regular just as my digestive rhythm is becoming increasingly unpredictable. Share in the 'fun' of the moment as we discover new ways to deal with unkind G.I. distress.

RSVP, suckas. Email the Taco Friday Customer Service Email Node with any questions.

WHUT WHOA

!!! OOPS !!!

HEY GUYS I FORGOT TO DO A THING. There are tacos, yes. Are there secrets? Also yes. This Is The Deal.

Surprise me.

Tacos: Friday, October 21st

Get ready for disappointment, but in a whole new way. Taco Friday is back, but it will never be the same as you remember it. The time between then and now has somehow become opaque, diffusing the light, making rough edges appear smooth. Was it ever that way? I ain't know, I ain't no damned philosopher.

In reality, Taco Friday was a parade of baroque and blunt jokes about baroque and blunt genitals. It was never fun-- do you know the worst part? Turns out, it was all a dream after all.

Come, then, and try to relive the insanity of your recent past. Maybe Whitey will puke gin and maybe Tom will even "get in trouble," but it will never be the same again.

If you are unfamiliar with where or how to get to tacos at their new location, contact the Taco Friday customer support email node. RSVP or else you don't get to eat.

Taco Friday: the Legend

Taco Friday for Friday, September 9th (nvr4get)



HEY GUESS WHAT. Even though 'state sponsored' Taco Fridays are off 'til further notice, illegal Chinese imitation Taco Fridays are popping up all over the place. You can't even go two Fridays without tripping into one!

That's right: as long as you're not too worried about heavy metal or melamine poisoning, step up to the residence of one J.P. on Friday, September 9th. Your friend and mine lives at 135 Central St., #5 in Somerville and he is not worried about unauthorized brand dilution, not at all.

RSVPing is even more important since your host this week does not even give a single fuck, don't even. Email him and comment to show him you care/are willing to engage in tacos near him.

D:

WE OUT. State-sponsored Taco Fridays are now officially on hiatus until further notice. Find meaning elsewhere, such as:

• under your bed, eating Skittles
• etc.

An ostensibly taco-themed gathering, featuring bourbon

Friends, Somervillians, greater Boston area residents, lend me your ears; I come to bury Taco Friday, not praise it.




HAHA SIKE, sort of. I hella come to praise it, but the day of Taco Friday is already lit by a dying sun. The final Taco Friday to take place in Somerville - under my watch, at least - is coming and coming soon. Mark your calendars for Friday, August 12th. Bring out your black suits and veils. Spare no expense on lilies and white roses.

How you do celebrate the death of an event which is primarily about celebrating that we are living dead things? It gets a little foggy, so we can never really be sure, but if I were a gambling man I would bet on drinking so much bourbon that you can't stop lying.

A new day of Taco Friday will dawn [Likely in September, for those who can't deal with uncertainties. Looking at you, T.N. - ed]. The pale blue cast of dawn will illuminate the mussed hair of whatever mistake is sleeping next to you, and you will be presented with brand new decisions to make. This will be one hell of a fiasco, so don't miss it. RSVP.

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: