Seestay
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If you like Mexican food you might like this story:
I like Mexican food, but it doesn't like me. No, I'm not lactose intolerant or have a dairy allergy or anything. Every time I have Mexican, that night I dream burritos are chasing me. I don't even like burritos. In my dream, I'm always crossing the street when I realize in the dim street lights, that burritos are following me. I break into a run. My legs feel like they weigh a ton. I look over my shoulder. They're still chasing me. I run into a boulder. What's it doing in the middle of the street? I get knocked off my feet. The burritos catch up and surround me. I close my eyes and scream. They say, "Don't be scared. We just want to give you this coupon so your next meal is free."
I like Mexican food, but it doesn't like me. No, I'm not lactose intolerant or have a dairy allergy or anything. Every time I have Mexican, that night I dream burritos are chasing me. I don't even like burritos. In my dream, I'm always crossing the street when I realize in the dim street lights, that burritos are following me. I break into a run. My legs feel like they weigh a ton. I look over my shoulder. They're still chasing me. I run into a boulder. What's it doing in the middle of the street? I get knocked off my feet. The burritos catch up and surround me. I close my eyes and scream. They say, "Don't be scared. We just want to give you this coupon so your next meal is free."