"Oh, hell no! That's the last fucking taco and it's got my name allll over it, bitch."
Taco Tuesday, my favorite day of the week 🌮🇮
"Hey, asshole, you think Taco Tuesday is cool? Well guess what? Your father wore something less cool than Taco Tuesday!"
ignites in flames FATHER?!
"Oh, fuck yeah! Your dad was so ugly your mom went to the doctor to get some birth control!"
"HOLY SHIT! THAT WAS AWESOME! I'M GONNA GET A TACO NOW!"
"Dude, there are always more tacos. There will never be another you, bro!"
"Aw, don't cry, punkass. You'll get over it. Eventually."
My life has flashed before my eyes. cries harder
"Well, if you're done being emo, wanna grab a taco?"
"Alright, cool. Let's go get some tacos, then." proceeds to get a taco "Mmm, delicious."
"Hell yeah! Taco heaven, dude!"
It’s official. This has been one hell of a night…
"Indeed, it has. You wanna go grab some more drinks now?"
"Sweet, let's go get shitfaced, bro!"
"Hell yeah! Shots all around, bro! What's your poison?"
"Alright, hold up. I'm gonna go grab some tequila."
"Okay, here's the tequila." hands over bottle "I hope you brought your wallet, bro."
drinks a whole bottle of tequila
"Whoa, slow down there, champ. You can't drink an entire bottle of tequila by yourself!"
If I’m not drunk, then am I even alive?
"That's deep, man. But you're going to regret that when you wake up with a hangover."
So basically every morning
"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, you can drink water and stuff, but it won't be as fun as a shot."
"Yeah, so, um... wanna do a shot?"
"Hell yeah, bro! Check this out."
"It's a jar full of liquid courage, my friend."
*downs the jar of liquid courage
"WOOOOOO! Now we're talking, bro! Let's keep going!"
"YOLO, bro! Let's get lit!"
"Hell yeah! Let's get this party started!"