BUUURRRRPPPPP

Good Golly, how I love Taco Tuesday.
We have no fewer than 20 Mexican joints here in town.
I just destroyed a plate full of Barbacoa Tacos with cheese, cilantro, a lime, some very hot (but very good) red sauce, and a Mexican Coke in a bottle that could be used as a weapon.

Barbacoa is the meat of the Gods.

 

"T minus 10. Armed and pressurized."

"Heater controls off."

"Range go for launch."

 

I have an Oikos Triple Zero as a snack mid-mornings at work. The probiotic qualities give you ripping farts.

 

I find it oddly humorous that this thread was right above The Amazing Race thread.
At the first gut rumble, it's going to be an amazing race to the shitter.
If you see hazmat crews flocking to the center of our great land, think nothing of it.

 

"The Day After 2: Taco Tuesday"

 

That would be awesome in the Rose Bowl Parade.

 

I really thought this was going to be a thread about the movie Elf.

 

Chef, any updates?

 

The tacos successfully exited my body without causing too much harm to me or any facilities.
I'm sure there were hopes and dreams crushed, hoping I had some 5-alarm meltdown to where I would be wiping my ass with a sno-cone for 3 hours, but alas.....a smooth and easy transaction.

 

Mexican is the only food that seems to violate conservation of mass — i.e., what amount that comes out seems much greater than that which goes in.

 

Speaking of which, have you ever looked at the ingredients to Preparation-H?

There's shark oil in it.

Which leads to the question: who first thought "my asshole hurts, let's rub some shark oil up in there."?

 

That assumes one had shark oil at hand.
The first person might've thought: my butthole hurts. Maybe if I catch a shark ...