A cool cat taco walks into a bowling alley, brimming with delicious ingredients, looking hot and radiant. Spicy beef, assorted veggies, shredded cheese, sour cream, guacamole sauce from south of the border.
"This place smells like feet," she says.
The teenager behind the counter remains unperturbed.
"How you doin,"? he responds, smooth as a Rabbi blessing a bagel bakery.
Smitten, our taco heroine answers, "I love the smell of feet."
And they lived happily ever after, ever laughing, ever smiling.
Hence the now popular phrase: "Happy as a taco in a bowling alley."
