Friday, September 15, 2017

Your Friday Meat-Tube Inspired News Roundup

What can I say, I enjoy parsing the interwebs for burrito and taco info and passing the savings on to you.  Call me a Good Samaritan.  Go ahead.

Thank you Krusty

On to the tortilla-wrapped headlines, and whatnot;

  • Another Taco Bell experiment, "The Forbidden Bowl".  I know that a name like this is supposed to peak curiosity and interest.  But, really, when it comes to food from Taco Bell, you shouldn't ask questions.  As far as I'm concerned, every menu item there is forbidden and governed by a Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy.  It's the only way to survive.
  • I've always thought those daytime morning talk shows were a haven for mindless banter and pointless opinions.  This "Twinkie Burrito" confirms my prejudices.  Thanks Good Morning America for making me feel better about myself.
  • I'm less interested in the story of a burrito-shop employee flying into a rage over a country-singer's lousy tip, and more fascinated with the order that started the fracas.  The singer ordered 60 burritos...and a quesadilla.  Wait, what?  Who ordered the quesadilla?  THAT is the person we need to interview here.  How did this happen?  
    • "Hey y'all, I'm going to order a whole cow-pasture lot of ye olde burritos forthwith, my rumpled dopplegangers." (I don't know how country music people talk)
    • "Great!"
    • "Thanks!"
    • "Sounds good!"
    • "Um...so, I don't really like burritos.  Can I get something else?  Oh, there's a menu online, give me a minute to look, ok?"
    • <Steam coming out from under said-singer's stupid little hat>
Just take a burrito, man!!!  Sheesh.  I think we all know people like this.

And besides, what sort of replacement is a quesadilla?  It's just a cut and flattened burrito.  See:

Proof of unnecessary modification

How is that better?  HOW?!?!?!?!

Thanks, dumb-country-music-based-burrito-replacer, your attitude makes my soul hurt.  I think I need to go lie down for a while.  This planet.  Man.

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