This might even beat Lesbian Spank Inferno...
The Legend of the Magic Taco
Deep in the heart of Los Angeles, legend has it that there is a place, a magical place, that serves tacos that feed the body in ways that can not be explained. These magical tacos are said to bring wild and passionate abandon to all who eat them. Come, and find out for yourself if the The Legend of the Magic Taco is a myth, or the best place in town to fulfill your sexual desires.
Who could resist at only $10.99?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
2009 In My Nutshell
Seoul.
Coffee.
Panic
New Friends
Old
Malaysia.
Coffee.
Bad decisions.
Good decisions?
India.
Chai.
one job, two job, three job, four...
Italy.
Mardi Gras
Tiny people...
Bigger people...
Adults?
Coffee.
Soju.
Coffee.
Pirates.
Ninjas?
Coffee.
Implosion~~~
no.
Good decisions.
Bad decisions?
Coffee.
Coffee.
Panic
New Friends
Old
Malaysia.
Coffee.
Bad decisions.
Good decisions?
India.
Chai.
one job, two job, three job, four...
Italy.
Mardi Gras
Tiny people...
Bigger people...
Adults?
Coffee.
Soju.
Coffee.
Pirates.
Ninjas?
Coffee.
Implosion~~~
no.
Good decisions.
Bad decisions?
Coffee.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
New Year, New Plan
So it appears as though everyone has something to blog about as of late. Everyone with the possible exception of my little cousin, who is not blogging not for a lack of things to blog about but rather because, upon her return from Australia, seems to have been sucked into a vortex of misery and despair. Of course, I can neither confirm nor deny this suspicion as she is also no longer replying to any attempts made at communication...
But I digress.
Everyone who's anyone seems to have something to blog about these days. Even those who don't have a blog could blog should they so desire. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck...
My point being, everyone has something to blog about. And I, alas, do not.
Due to this fact I have spent the last week planning my descent into hermit-dom. This essentially involves locking oneself in one's bedroom, eating copious amounts of chocolate, engaging in countless DDR tournaments (with oneself, of course)and wallowing in self-pity.
Today, however, I have seen the light.
Today I have decided to emerge from the cocoon of solitude, vanquish the soul-wrenching sorrow I feel at having to return to work tomorrow, turn off tournament mode (I have yet to move beyond basic anyway) and suck it up.
Today I have developed a plan.
First part of the plan?
Avatar.
Baby-steps.
But I digress.
Everyone who's anyone seems to have something to blog about these days. Even those who don't have a blog could blog should they so desire. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck...
My point being, everyone has something to blog about. And I, alas, do not.
Due to this fact I have spent the last week planning my descent into hermit-dom. This essentially involves locking oneself in one's bedroom, eating copious amounts of chocolate, engaging in countless DDR tournaments (with oneself, of course)and wallowing in self-pity.
Today, however, I have seen the light.
Today I have decided to emerge from the cocoon of solitude, vanquish the soul-wrenching sorrow I feel at having to return to work tomorrow, turn off tournament mode (I have yet to move beyond basic anyway) and suck it up.
Today I have developed a plan.
First part of the plan?
Avatar.
Baby-steps.
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