Let’s take a moment to presuppose that it is entirely plausible for me to wear a burrito. What would I look like? Answer: handsome, and also, delicious.
As you might be able to tell, I’m holding a glass of wine and a box of Legos. The droppings on the ground are from the burrito, and not an insinuation that I might be incontinent or have a digestive malady. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t judge me. *You* try to wear a bean and cheese burrito, and see if you can keep the filling from getting all over the place.
