The Randomness In My Head...

spiritguide:

stillherexsincere:

spiritguide:

Or 5.

ha, no recipes?

Well. The way my house works is, my parents go to bed and all activity must cease. So they went to bed about an hour ago. My dad is getting ready to go fly though, he got a phone call. He’s a pilot. My house is only one story, so it’s hard to do things when people are trying to sleep. Plus it’s really open and high ceilings and space. So it’s noisy.

IN SHORT, I can’t make tacos because the kitchen isn’t open right now. Plus I’m pretty sure we have no taco shells.

Ok, I have assessed the situation and have devised a plan of attack for TacoGate 2010. First, get your ninja-est clothing on and sneakily, like the ninja you are dressed as, make your way outside (making use of some hardcore parkour if need be) to a vehicle. Next, start that car and make your way to the nearest Del Taco drive-thru you can find. After you get there, order these 5+ tacos and eat them in the parking lot as if you were a bulimic girl on Intervention (binging is ok… it’s only when you start purging that you have a problem… remember that!) Once you’ve disposed of any and all evidence of your transgression, hurriedly make your way back to your residence. Park the car, sneak back into your house and no one will be the wiser!

I know, it’s BRILLIANT! I surprise even myself sometimes; however, if this plan doesn’t work for you, then I’ll have the chopper ready in 5 to deliver those tacos to you. Good luck and godspeed!