The rain has been relentless over the past few weeks. It's been cold and gloomy all day - better suited to ghost stories than taco night. But taco night it is and there's nothing we can do about it. Since the foul weather and the Mexican food insist on coexisting, the only reasonable solution is to step aside and let them by inviting you to turn on your flashlight and roast some smores while I spin the tale of The Mojito of Doom:
We had the wrong kind of rum and it tasted terrible. DUN DUN DUN.
Mojito of DOOM