The Strange Luck of Captain Burrito
In other weird weekend news, the kid won a burrito-eating contest (it was a fund-raiser for a local college). Yup! My baby scarfed his burrito down quicker than any of the other contestants and won himself 52 burritos. I'm so proud.
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Now if it was a sliders, you could have really been proud of him.
True.
I do have to admit, however, that I was intrigued as to which part of Pelmo would win out in this situation? Would your inner bargain-hunter triumph in the face of 52 free meals, or would your disdain of Mexican cuisine defeat any and all takers?
It's hard to be complicated, don't you think?
;~)
I should also add that the kid did some intense calculating before entering. He reasoned that the entry fee (which was going to charity) was fifty cents less than buying a burrito at said establishment and that all who entered the contest received a coupon for half off an entree just for playing.
And then he won first prize in his group, so he really came out ahead.
I think you might be rubbing off on him in a good way.
Being Lithuanian isn't so bad afterall. Neither is knowing one.
Burrito aside, I am so proud of that lad. It's nice to see him use that sphere on top of his shoulders for something besides a hatrack.
Actually, I think it's pretty good to know a certain Lithuanian.
The house must have smelled wonderful for the next two days.
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