After lifting my bag from the bed to chest height Taco took a tumble. The zips on the pack were not in the proper at rest and safe position which lead to a terrible tragedy. As I lifted the bag the flap folded down and out spilled Taco onto the 200 year old marble. Taco was no match for the metamorphisized rock. He split into three pieces and came to a rest. I looked down to see him staring at me, his ass and his left foot all at the same time, silence fell through the room.
We pondered whether to send his pieces to the far reaches of the earth to be buried in separate locations but decided that gluing him back together would be much cheaper. After much work and several attempts on the third day he rose again. Taco will live on to see the next monument he will just be a bit battered when he gets there.
It's ok though, chicks dig scars.
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