On a particularly adventurous day, I (Al) decided to order 500 tacos from that new taco truck that just opened up down the street. The cashier raised an eyebrow and asked if I was okay with that many tacos, but I assured him I was totally fine, and that I would, uh, "conquer" them all.
Fast forward 3 hours, and I'm still eating tacos. I've got tacos on my shirt, tacos in my hair, and tacos stuck between my couch cushions. The neighbors are calling me "Taco King" and the fire department had to come to my house to put out a "taco fire" that got out of control.
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