Wainwright is moving out of the apartment shortly this week and most likely will be in Japan by next Wednesday. Things are stressful between both of us, as we both have our own shit to deal with, and due to such I have once again within the past few days neglected taking care of this blog, hence the title.
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| Ain't it fuckin' true? |
On top of that there is a lingering craving for tacos, which is today's segue for repugnant commentary. Tacos, either hard-shell, or something like Taco Bell's double-decker (soft wrapped around a hard-shell) would be fucking great about now. And more importantly pink-tacos (defined). Pink-tacos are usually great in the morning, after work, or when people are generally stressed out and want to reduce general (or sexual) frustration from life.
Respect the almighty pink-taco.
Although, some of those kinds of tacos are purple or brown, the latter of which I have no idea why. Personally, I do not see a problem with the purple tacos, as my only concern is whether or not the meat will spoil in a dirty taco. For more information on pink-tacos in detail, and in terms of whether or not pink-taco's exist, just check out this white dude (NSFW).
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| This dude loves tacos. |
The pink-taco, just like Repugnant Thoughts Everyday, tends to be one of those things that people might lean towards once in a while. It is entirely possible one could go their whole life without having a pink-taco, but surely someone at some point would at least like to try one, especially with some meat inside, like my own or the guy from the picture.
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