Don't Eat The Burrito
Chef tried warn him, but he just didn't want to listen. Headstrong and courageous, he had his own ideas about what makes a good wrap. As he sat there waiting for his food, I knew that hungry grin on his face could only mean one thing: Trouble.
As he inhaled the last of his super sized meal, a look of bright red horror overtook his face. That was not any ordinary burrito he just ate. No, that burrito had a little extra...something...courtesy of the chef.
Poor guy went soaring off into the sunset, right then and there. Yep, I bet he's somewhere on the other side of Theria by now. Hope he sends me a postcard...
As he inhaled the last of his super sized meal, a look of bright red horror overtook his face. That was not any ordinary burrito he just ate. No, that burrito had a little extra...something...courtesy of the chef.
Poor guy went soaring off into the sunset, right then and there. Yep, I bet he's somewhere on the other side of Theria by now. Hope he sends me a postcard...
Jon Quixote was There!
2 comments:
Heh. It's a toss up whether this or Flintstones-esque running is funnier.
how did he do that? I wish I could do that. being able to toot with that kind of magnitude and not blow your friends besides you to the asian mountains would be very useful.... plus it's always nice
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