I saw a taco in my backyard. It just sat there looking at me. Waiting. Watching. I need to get rid of it but I can’t walk outside. I fear for my life. What if the taco wants revenge on me for eating all of its relatives? I can’t risk such a tragedy, but I still need the taco to go away. What should I do?
After hours of pondering this topic I finally reach the conclusion that there is no way to get it to leave than walking outside. So it slowly opened my door and creeped onto the porch. I struck a low ninja pose and started doing ninja somersaults over to it. When I finally reached the taco my heart was racing and I was breathing heavy. This is hard work. If I get through this,I need to start working out! I reach my hand out gingerly to grab the taco when it suddenly turns around and looks me straight in the eyes.
It’s eyes were deep, endless, black pitts. I needed to run. Now! I jump to my feet and start sprinting toward my house when I felt something jump on my back and push me to the ground. Not good. All of the sudden I feel a sharp piece of corn shell dig deep into the flesh of my neck. I am dead. Death by taco.
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This was written by one of my best friends, not me.
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