I'm unaware of that urban legend.

Or taco.

Do you feel like having a party?

I don't know? Kind of? I like celebrating my birthday. I just don't like having to plan it.

Tacocracy doesn't open until 4

Now that's just downright un-American.

I went to the farmer's market and brought back food, including a honey pecan tart. Now I am in a food coma, which will hopefully pass before my 11AM meeting.

Tacocracy doesn't open until 4

Now that's just downright un-American.

It ain't easy living in a tacocracy.

I'm unaware of that urban legend.

It is a good one! And not a taco.(I'm pretty sure I'm going to get the details wrong, but....) My grandmother's friend's cat died, and she had to bring the body to vet for disposal. So she put it in the only bag she had that was the right size, which happened to be a Neiman Marcus shopping bag. She was getting out of the car, and put the bag down on the sidewalk for a second while she did something, and some jerk came and stole the bag! The thief thought he was ripping off an old lady of her expensive department store purchases, but actually got a dead cat in a bag.

The end.

Snopes on the story, with some stuff I forgot: [link]

I've heard the same story with an old lady carrying dog poop in a nice bag to disguise it.

I remember really thinking it was true when I first heard it. Were we ever so young?

I remember someone telling me the story of the woman who sprayed glitter hair spray on her nether regions, instead of FDS, before a gynecologist visit, and I believed it.