What i Learned Eating Mexican Food
Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 2:13 pm
As the great Floating Snail hovered above the burro, the two in unison fell in love, and upon the hillside, beneath the life giving Day Star, under scrutiny of the majestic flying pegacorn they conceived a beast child.
This beast child was unlike either parent, and fully monstrous in appearance. With two heads one of a coyote, and the other of a crocodile sitting one above the other upon the four-legged trunk of a horse. Its parents lamented upon sight of this terrible visage. The devil spawn was blind and deaf for its eyes bled constantly, and it had a bird for an ear. In rage and pain it cried out, but could never hear an answer.
The beast child in anger at its own birth spat fire, and doused the lands in damning flame. Its roar melted the heads of its parents, and its venom felled the majestic pegacorn from the air. Many kingdoms of man and beast were brought low by this terrible creature. The world mourned, and angels wept.
All was ruined on this day. The all things suffered for the unholy union of the Burro and Floating Snail. The moral of this tale is that Floating Snails and Burros should never mate.
I learned this from a diorama in the bowels of the Mexican restaurant Temple and I ate at the other day. I was scared by the knowledge I gleaned from that place (and by what I ate there as well). I wonder what other forbidden secrets of Earth’s past the Mexican government is keeping from the world.
This beast child was unlike either parent, and fully monstrous in appearance. With two heads one of a coyote, and the other of a crocodile sitting one above the other upon the four-legged trunk of a horse. Its parents lamented upon sight of this terrible visage. The devil spawn was blind and deaf for its eyes bled constantly, and it had a bird for an ear. In rage and pain it cried out, but could never hear an answer.
The beast child in anger at its own birth spat fire, and doused the lands in damning flame. Its roar melted the heads of its parents, and its venom felled the majestic pegacorn from the air. Many kingdoms of man and beast were brought low by this terrible creature. The world mourned, and angels wept.
All was ruined on this day. The all things suffered for the unholy union of the Burro and Floating Snail. The moral of this tale is that Floating Snails and Burros should never mate.
I learned this from a diorama in the bowels of the Mexican restaurant Temple and I ate at the other day. I was scared by the knowledge I gleaned from that place (and by what I ate there as well). I wonder what other forbidden secrets of Earth’s past the Mexican government is keeping from the world.