Life is like a taco, I mean, you will note the similarities, there is the crusty shell, it is nice. Both life and tacos contain meat, and lettuce, and of course CHEEZE ... but that goes without saying. Unfortunately, I already did. Damn. I suppose I could go back and rewrite it. Or at least have the common courtesy to delete it. Yet, I don't. How immensely odd. How are you all? Do any of you suck, by any chance? I have a feeling that one or two of you DO in fact, suck.
My tongue is so cuddly and flamboyant, I can hardly even deal with it. I try my best, I mean, its no chore for ME to go around showing people my tongue, I really like it, to be perfectly honest. I've shown my tongue to more people than you have. Unfortunately, people do NOT enjoy it when I display my tongue. I don't know why, as they don't get much better than my tongue. In fact, most tongues are quite similar.
Well, I have now discussed how life relates to tacos and my hobbie of tongue display. I will now tie the two concepts together. Sometimes, I really like to put my tongue inside a taco shell and bite very hard. This is fun, in liquid form. Yahoo. I then display the tattered remains to passers-by (I set up a little booth), and they scream, and its all very quaint. Oh my god.. its TOO quaint! Duh duh. Oh well.