Taco Sacrifice For My Hirsute Lover

There was a hirsute werewoman I knew long ago. She was my lover and I will never forget about her. She drove me mad with lust and insane with jealousy if ever another werewolf glanced upon her beautiful hairy fish taco. She died tragically one night and every year around Halloween I go to her grave and sacrifice a taco to her. Notice on the tombstone how her last name is "Howell". Hahahahahaa. . . . Click to see entire photoset