Anyone ever wonder how the Victim of Burritobomination is doing? Do you think that person knows that every now and again, I stumble across their post and grin from ear to ear as I read and/or listen to perhaps one of the funniest rants I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing? Do they know they irrevocably changed my vocabulary with the addition if "Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They're called fucking HANDS."
I hope they find comfort in the knowledge that their suffering brought joy to the masses, not because they are hated, but because they are loved.


















