I wanted a taco last night.

Are Landmark's tactics force, fraud, or neither

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Nearly half a dozen people in the upscale city recently expressed their objection to the name, claiming it's a derogatory slang term for a portion of the female anatomy.

In late April, the city received four e-mails, three of which bore no names, objecting to the restaurant's name.
So being gracious and not counting the four e-mails as part of the other 'half dozen', we have 10 or so really upset people. Must be a slow news day.
 
I had a fried tortilla with an angel shape burned on it, but my son got hungry and ate it.
 
The horror of it all! Next thing you know, we'll be up to our peanuts in grape jelly heretics!
Grape!!!!:mad:

Infidel! Everyone knows that Strawberry is the true companion of Peanut Butter!

...um... not that I am denying the holiness of GTITS. (Great Taco In The Sky.)
 
Yes, but let us remember: Even the Great Taco In The Sky appreciates variety.

Just not grape jelly. (Ew.)

Honey is good on occasion, though. Especially if you let it sit for a couple of minutes before you eat it. It gets crusty, and tastes great. It's not a taco, but it'll do in a pinch.
 
You tacoists should repent and turn to the true devinity of.......


The Kebab

Honour to the charcoal grilled sikh kebab lain bare with onion lettuce and yoghurt raita upon the freshly thrown and tandooried nan bread


It's a British thing!!!!!

oops, do I mean Indian?? ( no not native American)
 
Ah, but to be properly consumed, the kebab is encased by the nan, and thus is merely a manifestation of Taco, albeit in non-Western form. The same can be said of shwarma.
 
Tacos are tacos. And only tacos will now and forever be tacos. (Sheesh! I have to explain this!?!?)

(Not bad for a mere bump.)
 
Precisely, Bearer of the Chipotle.
I am learning so much Master.

But today I had a taco... nay... three tacos from a small oil-encrusted temple by the roadside. And yea, when I returned from my meditation, I was an abomination in the eyes of my co-workers, for indeed I was posessed of a mephitic demon who cried loudly and odorously from my nether end. And lo, in the fullness of time I have come to sit upon the throne of wisdom for long passages of time, cleansing my burning soul hole with the ritual of Charm-enn.

Is this a message from GTITS, or have I strayed across a false priest of Tacoism? I wish to find enlightenment, because the tacos of the Temple of Grease were damn tasty.
 
I am learning so much Master.

But today I had a taco... nay... three tacos from a small oil-encrusted temple by the roadside. And yea, when I returned from my meditation, I was an abomination in the eyes of my co-workers, for indeed I was posessed of a mephitic demon who cried loudly and odorously from my nether end. And lo, in the fullness of time I have come to sit upon the throne of wisdom for long passages of time, cleansing my burning soul hole with the ritual of Charm-enn.

Is this a message from GTITS, or have I strayed across a false priest of Tacoism? I wish to find enlightenment, because the tacos of the Temple of Grease were damn tasty.

Nay, my fellow Tacoist. The tacos were truly the real deal, but one must ask if thou hast strayed in the day before, for if thou hast strayed and bent one's knee before the falsehood of Pizza, (worse yet if said deviation was of a vegetarian kind), that, indeed, would result in the arrival of the Flatulent One, bane of all that is Taco.
 
Nay, my fellow Tacoist. The tacos were truly the real deal, but one must ask if thou hast strayed in the day before, for if thou hast strayed and bent one's knee before the falsehood of Pizza, (worse yet if said deviation was of a vegetarian kind), that, indeed, would result in the arrival of the Flatulent One, bane of all that is Taco.
I admit I have strayed occasionally into the den/parlor of Pizza, yet I have never committed the ultimate sin of veggieism. Yea, a mushroom, an onion, even an olive, but without pepperoni or ham or at least some of the flesh of a shamanic guide? Never!

(Of late, I avoide the red flakes, lest I do Charm-ennic pennance again.)
 

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