There was once a man (from Mexico of course) who liked golf. He also liked food. He also liked Mexican food. One day this man went on the street with his barbecue and was making tacos and burritos, all the evil Mexican children laughed and rapped their hardcore gangsta raps as they ran off with his tacos. Needless to say, he had no more tacos....
He had to come home with some money or his wife would leave to pursue her circus career. He then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a trash can, and inside it were many different assorted pieces of crap like sandals, raccoon tails, and frozen peas, which were somehow still frozen despite the scorching Mexican heat. He soon ripped off his shirt and cut it into taco shaped pieces. With these he grilled them with oil (kindly donated by the leaking car parked on the side of the street) and they soon were ready. He stir fried the assorted crap making sure to cut up the sandals and raccoon tails into 'bite sized' pieces. The Mexican man placed the newly created home brand style tacos on the bench and sold them for a nickel each. When he finished he had earned fifty cents and caused six raccoon tail induced heart attacks, and also cleared out an old ladies sinuses.
When he went home his wife was there and she made sure he put his new found fortune into his ING Savings Maximiser account.
After five years of brave and laborious takito cooking he died of skin cancer from wearing no T-shirt. His wife left for the circus and in her free time directed arthouse porn. Unfortunately the little evil Mexican children got given the recipe by his wife and they made a fortune from it.
The Moral of the story?
Evil Mexican children always prevail
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