Hathaway
Someday, We'll All Be Free
It's Saturday. I haven't had Chipotle in like a year. I said to myself you know what, I'm feeling Hispanic today. I want some Mesican. So I pull up my doordash app with Dash Pass
Got a craving for a Burrito. Steak, Rice, Beans, lettuce, cheese, pico de gallo, sour cream. But I was feeling a lil bold today. Saw some shyt on there called Tomatillo Red Chilli Salsa. I said let me gone head throw a lil spicy on there.
Burrito hit my doorstep bout 18mins later. I unwrap this thick ass burrito from that foil with the level of lust as if I was undressing a beautiful woman. I'm bout to smash this shyt.
I brought that mf up to my mouth and the aroma of that chilli sauce made me pause a bit. The aroma hit my eyes and nose. My shyt started watering. I was like damn, this that real spicy spicy.
Took my first bite. Soon as that shyt hit my mouth, felt like i had just ate a piece of lava. Couldnt even taste the ingredients. Had a mouth full of chilli salsa. Shyt was dripping down my chin
I said wtf is this as im coughing and gasping for air. I clutch my chest as that shyt is making its way down.
I unwrap the burrito completely and turn that bytch over and the bottom of it is soaking red.
These nikkas done drowned my shyt in this chilli sauce. Shyt was so hot the steak was turned to mush like it was sitting in acid. This was not a steak burrito. This was a chilli burrito from the depths of hell.
My son ran up to me and said daddy you okay? I said I'm good son as I wiped the water from my eyes and snot from my nose trying to contain my cough. But I was not good. I was not good at all. I refused to let this burrito punk me in front of my sons. Reluctantly, I took another bite.
This time, the spicy hit my stomach with the force of an atomic bomb. I literally felt my stomach acids reacting to this shyt. My stomach was waving the white flag like nikka what is you doing? We don't eat shyt like this! Bail out. BAIL TF OUT
I clutched the counter in distress. My throat tightened up like a rookie escort who had taken on one client too many. Couldnt even swallow no more.
I was 4 bites in and tapped out like a 15 year old virgin
I threw that shyt in the trash and heard the plastic sizzling like I had just threw some hot coals in there. Folded by a fukking burrito.
Them people at Chipotle tried to kill a nikka.
Got a craving for a Burrito. Steak, Rice, Beans, lettuce, cheese, pico de gallo, sour cream. But I was feeling a lil bold today. Saw some shyt on there called Tomatillo Red Chilli Salsa. I said let me gone head throw a lil spicy on there.
Burrito hit my doorstep bout 18mins later. I unwrap this thick ass burrito from that foil with the level of lust as if I was undressing a beautiful woman. I'm bout to smash this shyt.
I brought that mf up to my mouth and the aroma of that chilli sauce made me pause a bit. The aroma hit my eyes and nose. My shyt started watering. I was like damn, this that real spicy spicy.
Took my first bite. Soon as that shyt hit my mouth, felt like i had just ate a piece of lava. Couldnt even taste the ingredients. Had a mouth full of chilli salsa. Shyt was dripping down my chin
I said wtf is this as im coughing and gasping for air. I clutch my chest as that shyt is making its way down.
I unwrap the burrito completely and turn that bytch over and the bottom of it is soaking red.
These nikkas done drowned my shyt in this chilli sauce. Shyt was so hot the steak was turned to mush like it was sitting in acid. This was not a steak burrito. This was a chilli burrito from the depths of hell.
My son ran up to me and said daddy you okay? I said I'm good son as I wiped the water from my eyes and snot from my nose trying to contain my cough. But I was not good. I was not good at all. I refused to let this burrito punk me in front of my sons. Reluctantly, I took another bite.
This time, the spicy hit my stomach with the force of an atomic bomb. I literally felt my stomach acids reacting to this shyt. My stomach was waving the white flag like nikka what is you doing? We don't eat shyt like this! Bail out. BAIL TF OUT
I clutched the counter in distress. My throat tightened up like a rookie escort who had taken on one client too many. Couldnt even swallow no more.
I was 4 bites in and tapped out like a 15 year old virgin
I threw that shyt in the trash and heard the plastic sizzling like I had just threw some hot coals in there. Folded by a fukking burrito.
Them people at Chipotle tried to kill a nikka.
