Sunday, July 17, 2005

Allison vs. the Football Sized Burrito

Mexican food is delicious, but devious.
For example, there's the frozen margarita.

It says, "Drink me! I'm so fruity and delicious. I'm not gross and harsh like other drinks. I taste just like a slushie! Why don't you order one more of me?"

And so I do. And I don't realize how drunk I am until my ass hits the sidewalk in front of the Mexican restaurant.

Today, my encounter was with a football sized burrito.
I should have ordered a couple of tacos, instead. That way I could eat a few, then take the remaining tacos home.

But a huge burrito is like a challenge. It taunts, "What? You can't finish me? Ha! I am too big and thick for you, little girl. I am more burrito than your goofy, white ass can handle!"

Then I say, "Oh yeah, burrito? I'll show you!! Nothing's too big and thick for me!" And proceed to eat the whole damn thing, down to the last tortilla crumb.

Since then, I've barfed 3 times and finally, my stomach has ceased to wrench and rumble.

Alas, the burrito won.
posted at 3:11 PM |