Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for July 12, 2022

I’ve learned to associate tacos with a desire to not be taken seriously.

Now show Marigold one of those illusion pictures!

Plus, it’s Taco Tuesday

Plus she eavesdropped while you were talking to yourself. ;-)

Mmmm tacos!

Marigold gave a more detailed explanation than her usual explanation – “UNICORN!”

It IS Taco Tuesday!

hmm. It must be Squiggle Tuesday.

Allan: What does it say to you?

Museum Girl: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.

Allan: What are you doing Saturday night?

Museum Girl: Committing suicide.

Allan: What about Friday night?

Now I’M hungry for tacos… and JUSTICE!

So tu quieres Taco Bell, Phoebe?

I now have a Taco Tuesday urge.

That and it is Tuesday…. Mmmm Taco Tuesday….

And besides, it’s Tuesday.

Ah, that explains why it feels my insides are full of squiggly lines when I’m hungry for tacos.