Mission Mission favorite Kati Jackson took a trip to the great city of Portland and stumbled across this burrito guide. Dunno. I always unwrap my burrito or else I end up eating tinfoil because I didn’t get enough oxygen when I was born. It’s never been a problem. The burrito, that is.
Also, for those of you who don’t have the time to read the Shakespearean string of comments that I’m sure this post will envoke, let me sum it up for you:
- I don’t get it. What the FUCK does THIS have to do with THE MISSOIN?!?
- Argh, where’s Allan?
- Kevin, why don’t you just commit seppuku with a bag of skittles already?
- This is the worst blog on the fucking internet, but I’m gunna continue reading it anyways because my life is kinda shitty right now.
- Katie who?
- lol the mouth in #3 is funnie roflmaozhedongs