What Happens at Pink Taco...

While I seriously doubt the veracity of this story, I've got to give this person props for posting this sign. What I wouldn't give to listen in on those phone calls.

On the other hand, the story doesn't seem too far-fetched. The first Pink Taco I encountered didn't have any windows and appeared to be a high class sex club sandwiched between a J. Crew and a Container Store. I imagined the place filled with bleach blonde cougars teaching their teenage daughters how to attract men (probably with tequila shooters and tight pink sweatpants).

Well, it was only a matter of time before one of those cougars woke up hung over with a minimally stained rubber fist. Wait, minimally stained with what? Can someone please call the number and find out for me? It looks like the number is (310) 358-1703. I would call, but at a certain point one has to quit buying every rubber fist on the market. Actually, it looks like there has already been some interest, judging from the torn-off phone numbers.

Actually, I did have one other question. "One size fits all"? Fits all what?!?