After untold centuries, Taco Bell finally

After untold centuries, Taco Bell finally ran out of creative ways to repackage dog food, bad queso and nachos and began to branch out into French cuisine. Le Damn Bell Sans Merci

but the one small test shop they opened in Saskatchewan failed. The executive in charge of the French Taco Bell was Gill Rigs. He was fired but not before he left with photos of

the Saskatchewan Minister of Food Critique glutinously grinning over a nearly devoured Nachos del Grande. Extra Grande. Hot sauce all over his face. Disgusting. Rigs knew the photo

would appear on Facebook and he'd embarrass all Canadians, who as a rule don't eat Mexican. You see, it all stems from jealousy. Americans don't go out for "Canadian" anything.

As he motored along the freeway, it occurred that he couldn't think of any fast-food chain serving some kind of distinctive Canadian cuisine. But he did enjoy the subtle and snarky

comments of the Evil Banker as he drove over him. What was he doing on the Freeway anyway? It was then he remember the Canadian Fine Dining restaurant at the next exit

. At the diner, he settled into a stack of sourdough flapjacks. His thoughts drifted to the Evil Banker. "Probably should wash the truck." Two miles back, a body crawled out

of the back of an abandoned green Pinto. It hadn't been undead for long - most of its skin was intact and it lurched rather jauntily along the alley, trying to whistle but

only spitting up half digested pigeons and seagulls. That was a positive highlight. But the corpse whistle

d quietly as the gusts of wind rustled its hair. Leave me now, let me rest in peace. Take care to visit me every year on this day to celebrate the anniversary of my demise.