Everyone in town is excited because they know that the Hairy Gay Armpit Carnival is coming to town. It's said to have its origins in Mexico where the hairiest people alive dwell in secret caves while they create the most exotic and zesty of Mexican food recipes. The townsfolk have seen the posters hanging all about advertising werewolves and acrobats, bearded ladies, clowns with hair on their feet. Hot young studs and older werewolves delight every town they come to because, whether they realized it or not, many people love gay armpits. They love to see hard working, sweaty muscular men expose their hairy pits for all to see. The feature attraction is Taco Werewolf, the terrifying beast who stands in the middle of the center ring. He is surrounded by lions and tigers, fierce elephants and wild horses who do not dare disturb his most holy, sanctified act. His act is one that is highly revered amongst circus and carnival personnel. Only a few people have dared to attempt the amazing SaLSA ARMpIT stunt and people know they are about to get their money's worth.

Taco Werewolf stands in the ring as salsa music plays. A Mexican band plays nearby. Men in sombreros play the most joyous, melodic music as Taco Werewolf stares deeply into the eyes of everyone in the crowd. He has an uncanny ability to somehow stare into each and every crowd member's soul simply by looking into the eyes of one person, and it is always the hirsute woman, Seducerella, whom he is staring at, the gypsy who taught him the mystical ways of the "hairy taco". From there he went into more obscure arts, eventually learning about the sublime aspects of the human armpit and the magickal powers inherent in the ritual symbolism of what happens when you smear a hairy man's armpit with Mexican food. Something stinky becomes something pretty, the profane is somehow made sacred and the crowd somehow realizes it as they watch Taco Werewolf dip his hairy paws into the bowl of red, zesty salsa. He howls aloud and begins to smear it on his hairy armpits. The crowd grows silent. Their mouth are agape and their eyes are alight with wonder. They want to stop looking but they cannot!

What started out as an innocent act, a shocking display to simply entertain the masses, as more towns are visited, becomes a religious phenomenon. It is similar to Arturo the Aqua Boy's plight in the wonderful book,"Geek Love", by Katherine Dunn. where a charismatic freakshow originally intended to shock and entertain slowly picks up speed and eventually becomes like a cult, a strange, bizarre religion. In Arturo's cult, his followers desired to be like him, a small man with no limbs who only had flippers for hands and feet. So they slowly had their limbs amputated because they wanted to be like Arturo the Aqua Boy, to emulate their leader.

Without even trying to get them to do it, people start to step out of the crowd and walk into the center ring where taco Werewo,f stands, his armpits dripping salsa. The salsa music becomes louder. The feeling of rapture and joy in the air becomes more intense as gay men walk up to Taco Werewolf and begin to lick the salsa from his pits, many swooning as they do so. As they lick and taste the salsa mixed with the pit hairs and musky werewolf pheremone they experience a certain "oneness" with Taco Werewolf. much like what occurs with the Christian Eucharist. The salsa and the armpit become one and are both taken into the communicant's bodies so that they may experience the sweat and the hairy pain which eternally occurs within the armpits of werewolves and human beings everywhere. The gorgeous gay men raise their hands in the air and shout praises to the good earth and warm sun which have allowed the tomatoes to grow and enabled this salsa to happen. The show eventually ends but a special bus has been created to transport all of the armpit followers who sit in the un-air-conditioned bus with their armpits smeared in salsa, occasionally licking one another's pits clean and then smearing it all over again during Taco Werewolf's next show.