It wasn't what it could've been, but since

It wasn't what it could've been, but since we're being honest, it was the best we could do. They didn't give us enough notice, enough time, enough. You get what you pay for.
When the salsa in the taco wall begins to make the whole thing unstable they'd better be ready to accept their part of the blame. More resources and time would've helped us
build a burrito, but that would have bean impossible. We had to make this taco viable! "Lettuce add a little more salsa," suggested Jesus Luis Gonzalez, our chief engineer.
At that point, everyone just gave up. Everyone had had enough of chief engineer Jesus Luis Gonzalez's awful food puns. The incomplete taco was abandoned and never spoken of again.
Until the very next day, when it filled their nostrils. It haunted them, they wouldn't look at each other, sweat dripped from their brow why, oh why, had they not just eaten it.
It grew legs and walked away before they could answer the bell.
They sighed, returning to the couch. "So many people ring our bell," she said looking longingly at the front door. "But it seems everyone leaves before we get there."
And so we sat with rapt attention, looking at the door. Would someone ever happen to ring the bell and linger on the threshold? My couchmates readied themselves just in case
a hypnotist chanced by who would intuitively walk in and break the spell brought on by the globs of Hubba Bubba we accidently sat down on many hours ago, gluing us to this spot
of his mind. Telling us: Look here! Watch out there! Really, he is a control freak. I Don't pay attention to him anymore. All the doom and gloom for you. I pass.

Started: 2015-12-15 20:42:15
Finished: 2016-02-09 02:27:18

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