Roadtoad
Bufo Caminus Inedibilis
Man, I miss Evil Dave.
As to the city of Scottsdale: Geez, people, GET A LIFE!!!
As to the city of Scottsdale: Geez, people, GET A LIFE!!!
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.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.
The same! Nobody expects the Peanut Butter Apostasy.Not the dreaded PEANUT BUTTER APOSTASY!
The same! Nobody expects the Peanut Butter Apostasy.
Grape!!!!The horror of it all! Next thing you know, we'll be up to our peanuts in grape jelly heretics!
You are saying they are taceternal?Tacos are tacos. And only tacos will now and forever be tacos. (Sheesh! I have to explain this!?!?)
(Not bad for a mere bump.)
I am learning so much Master.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 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!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.