El Taco was once a mild-mannered employee at the Mexican restaurant chain called "Fiesta Bell." When Fiesta Bell's board of directors decided to expand the franchise into Mexico itself, they agreed to go whole-hog and began renovations in an ancient Aztec ruin. There, as part of the flagship crew for this new restaurant, El Taco discovered a secret chamber wherein lay the black silk burial shroud of a powerful shaman. Of course, ignorant of this particular fact, El Taco took the shroud and proceeded to make a bandito mask. After falling into a vat of refried "beans," the mask fused the bean dip with its own inherent magical essence to create an extra-dimensional space from whence El Taco could pull an endless supply of Mexican entrées. But sinister forces with a peculiar immunity to heartburn will stop at nothing to take El Taco's mystical bandito mask... and so he becomes an unwilling (and more often than not completely unknowing) hero in an eternal struggle between the forces of bien and caliente.






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Yo quiero Fiesta Bell!
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Yo quiero Fiesta Bell!
...I did it for the lulz.
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my love's another kind
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Yo quiero Fiesta Bell!
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my love's another kind
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We are all feathers,
from the same bird.
♥
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The only Emperor is the Emperor of Ice-Cream.
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We are all feathers,
from the same bird.
♥
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The only Emperor is the Emperor of Ice-Cream.
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We are all feathers,
from the same bird.
♥
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Flickr
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