"Does a burrito by any other name still taste as awesome?"
Shakespeare has inspired me to express my feelings to my one true love. Burittos.
There is no deeper connection than the one between a girl and her buritto. It's an unspeakable bond.
Is there really anything better than a burrito? I mean, really?
Whether you prefer it with chicken, pulled pork or your veggies, the warm feeling you get when you take the first bite isn't like any other. (And I promise you it's not the jalapenos.)
It's the way the black beans and rice mingle together like the patrons at a crowded house-party, how the guacamole is spread evenly over the tortilla like applying tanning oil on the nicest day at the beach, all wrapped and grilled like a warm hug on a cold day... Ugh, I'm drooling...
I don't know, it may be that I use food to fill the voids of my heart (and my arteries) but burritos not only fill my guts with deliciousness... but they fill it with love.
I love you burritos.
Just A Thought.
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