C'mon, be honest with yourself. The word "daguerreotype" doesn't make you think of photographs. It makes you think of something ethnic. Something
saucy. Something like an evil Mexican sorcerer.
You don't want to miss with Old Daguerreotype... One
time, I dared to look at his
feet, and he stole my house as punishment.
Legend has it that Daguerreotype only walks among the living when he is
bored with feasting on the dead.
There is a story of a young boy, Ramon, exclaiming in the streets of Mexico City, "Daguerreotype is a myth! He's not
real!" Noted city wise woman
Ana Garcia Velasquez Garcia Ramon responded shrilly, "DON'T SAY THE NAME!!!" It is
said that Ramon disappeared that
night, and inside his house only the curious smell of stale taco shells remained...
The village elders claim that Dastardly Daguerreotype lived among the dinosaurs, and when one of them sassed him by stealing one of his Daguerreoplants, he wiped out the entire species as just recompense.
It was Daguerreotype's sins that made God summon forth the Great Flood.
Daguerreotype was the snake who told
Eve to eat the apple.
Daguerreotype was the Spanish Inquisition.
Daguerreotype is living in your attic.
