That Time I Wanted Tacos for Dinner

So it was just about a year ago when I decided I wanted tacos for dinner. Rather averse to subjecting myself to the flavors of Taco Bell, I chose to make them myself. I approached my wife and I said:




And she was like:



And so she left and about two hours later she came back and said:



And she handed me the meat and I examined it and was not pleased with what I saw:




And I made my feelings known:




And she was all:




But I was just like:




And so she's all:



But I'm still like:




And then she finally says:



Unfortunately, she was run over by an out-of-control rickshaw on her way back to the grocery store and died of internal injuries later than night. Instead of tacos, I had to settle for a bowl of Chef Boyardee Beefaroni. I'm still a little bitter about that to this day.

That Time I Went To The Nursing Home

I remember when I was nine years old I had to go to a nursing home for an afternoon. I was just walking down the halls of the place, minding my own business, when this old woman was all:





And so then I was like:





And she went:





And so I said:





And she came back with:






And that's when I was like:






And she was just:





Crazy old woman.

Good times. Good times, indeed.