A Brief Soft Shell Encounter

Howdy folks, it’s me, a soft shell taco.

Don’t feel threatened by me. I’m just a plain ol’ flour tortilla, some meat, tomatoes, lettuce, and cheese. I’m pretty basic, but there’s nothing wrong with that!

There probably isn’t anybody who would list me as their favorite food, but that doesn’t really bother me. I figure my strength lies in my broad appeal. I’m like the Robert Urich of food.

Also, in case you didn’t know, I’m vaguely ethnic.

Anyway, you can go ahead and eat me now. (I know, it sounds wierd, doesn’t it?)

Seriously though, it’s time to end this. I can’t keep up this facade any longer.

Eat me.

Do this. I hate myself. Just eat me, then go home, crap me out, and don’t ever give me another thought.

I wish I was crunchy…

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4 Responses to A Brief Soft Shell Encounter

  1. scott says:

    crunchy tacos suck! soft tacos rule!

  2. Roger says:

    Crunchy rule, soft drool!

  3. Crunchy Taco says:

    The lettuce is always greener, amigo. There are days where being a crunchy shell taco ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

  4. Double Decker Taco says:

    I am two distinct natures in one united taco.

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