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For the Love of Tacos  

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7/15/2020 10:38 am
For the Love of Tacos

My obsession with Mexican food began well before I ever moved Florida. I’m not exactly sure when, it could have been those midnight college food runs while others were stuffing their faces with pizza. Maybe it was the cafeteria line at school when the lunch lady with the hairnet always seemed put a little extra scoop of rice my plate even though she never really smiled at me. Either way, today my craving is as strong as ever. And before you ask, no, I don’t have a problem. Admitting a problem is the first step, but I do NOT have a taco problem. I can quit any time I want.

Yesterday was Tuesday, also known as the official taco day of the week. Many people are unfamiliar with the history surrounding this strange tradition. Please have a seat and allow me to tell you the story, as it was once passed to me from a very reliable source, albeit an inebriated one. It began in the early 1800’s along the Texas and Mexico line at a place called The Alamo. A group arrived at the fort asking for tacos. Unfortunately the kitchen had a house rule that reserved tacos for the weekends only. As you can imagine things got out of hand and a fight ensued, lasting nearly 2 weeks, with many lives lost. The weekend side was defeated, and in the aftermath a single weekday was dedicated to the serving of tacos, in addition to the weekends. That day ended up being the day the battle ended, because everyone was tired and hungry, it was a Tuesday. Now there are many other theories as to what actually happened back then. You may have heard the one about someone trying to eat a burrito with a knife and fork causing the skirmish. That conspiracy theory has been debunked, as science has recently proven that no sane person would use a knife and fork to eat a burrito.

All along the southern border, local ordinances began getting passed in order to better regulate the taco industry. Taco consumption soon became mandatory on a weekly basis, with some stricter districts requiring folks eat them twice a week. How did they enforce such rules, you ask? Restaurants often served their tacos in sleeves of tissue or waxed paper. Authorities would do surprise raids or inspection check points asking to see everyone’s “papers”. This was well before the widespread use of napkins, so often there would be hot sauce in someone’s beard or on their shirt. Those folks would normally point at their mess and say, “I don’t need no stinkin’ papers” then be free to go about their business. Those who failed to comply with the laws were met with harsh penalties including high jalapeno taxes and or jail time in a Mexican prison. No Bueno. Repeat offenders were always penalized with public shaming, paraded in chains through the streets, while local citizens would throw rocks and yell at them, “Remember the Alamo!”

Obviously things are much more lenient these days, but I don’t want to run the risk and take any chances. I’ve heard that sometimes local Sheriffs can go on sprees trying to nail unsuspecting tourists visiting on vacation from up north. I would recommend you do your research when traveling through any unfamiliar region down south.

It makes perfect sense to me how the term ‘taco’, in recent years, has become a nickname for a certain part of a woman’s body. When prepared by a loving chef, they can be equally as delicious and eaten any day of the week. I am a big fan. But this isn’t meant to be that type of bLoggle post.

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