The Taco Tragedy of Bob McBobface

A tale of woe, a story of sorrow, a saga of salsa

It started innocently enough. A simple trip to the local taco stand. But little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn.

The line was long, the sun was hot, and my stomach was growling. I ordered the special, a behemoth of a burrito, and waited anxiously for my number to be called.

But as I waited, I noticed something strange. A group of ninjas, clad in black, sneaking towards me with an air of menace. I tried to brush it off as mere paranoia, but as they closed in, I knew I was in trouble.

They attacked, their swift and deadly blows sending me flying into a nearby dumpster. I emerged, battered and bruised, with a face full of salsa and a heart full of despair.

And that, my friends, is the story of the Taco Tragedy of Bob McBobface.