I’m not sure what to make of this, but a burrito just completed a tour of my body and looked no worse for the wear once it made its escape.

I had lunch at my favorite Mexican eatery, El Bolas del Toro, around 1:00 p.m. today and consumed my usual “5-and-5″ — five overstuffed burritos and five extra salted margaritas — then returned to work. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

My post-Mexican afternoon constitutional also proceeded as normal. By which I mean, about 10 straight minutes of high pressure, completely liquified diarrhea. But a large, solid object flew out during the finale, which struck me as odd. So odd, in fact, that I decided to get off the toilet seat and peek down. You know what I saw? A completely untouched burrito floating amongst the chocolatey morass.

Given the extreme singularity of this event, I opted against flushing so that other Luddite, Crapstone & Fuchs employees could share in my amazement. I suppose I should take it as a lesson to slow down and chew my food more thoroughly, but crapping out an entire burrito was actually kind of awesome. I’ll be sure to keep you in the loop if it happens again.

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