(Originally posted by Me on 08/13/2006)
Good God. When you order a three pound burrito, you never really grasp the magnitude of it. And then the server comes over and brings it to you. At first you think, I can handle this. But you know in your heart, you really can't. Then you start to eat. And with every bite you believe more and more that you can finish the beast. Inch by inch, you slowly make your way to the burrito finish line. But marathon runner you are not, and you quickly realize that it was ridiculous of yourself to believe that you are anything more than a sprinter. About half way you start to curse yourself for even putting your stomach through such an ordeal. Your common sense that abandoned you when you ordered the monster returns and you give up.
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