Tacos

I want tacos. Boatloads of Tacos. I'm talking racks and racks of tacos. Don't judge me. Or do. I don't care. I want crunchy hard tacos, fresh corn tortillas, and fluffy flour tacos. Baby-sized street tacos? Bring 'em on. Blackened Mahi Mahi, grilled salmon, Bang Bang shrimp. Come on. Crispy Tofu? Yup. Veggies? You know it. Make them over-flowing with toppings. Fresh lettuce, shredded cheese, diced onions, cilantro, thinly-sliced cabbage, (i'm serious, slice it thin or you will endure a severe side-eye glare. I'm not joking. Do it.) and shredded cheese. Did I mention I want shredded cheese? Sour cream? No thanks. Save it for the guy with a baked potato fantasy. Hook me up with that salsa too. You know how I like it. Don't skimp out on me now, things are just heating up! Hot sauce. For real. This is a hot date between me and my tacos. Time to spice it up. Is this getting too real for you? Ok. No problem. Let's cool it down a bit. Squeeze some fresh limes on top. Damn, that still sounds hot. Company, you say? Your probably thinking I want my closest friends and family to join. No thanks. I'm not sharing anyway. An audience? Maybe. None of this live-streamed nonsense. Take me to a studio with stadium seating, high-quality lighting, and camera guys. The whole shabang. I need a wheelbarrow too. Roll me away into the sunset when I'm done feasting. Cue applause and tears of joy. End scene.