The return of the burrito

Last night I went to Red Circle and got pretty drunk. I tried a Jager-blaster (or three), which is Jager and redbull, and was very surprised to discover that Jager mixed in this particular manner tastes nothing like licorice (I HATE licorice). I have a new fuck-me-up-quick drink! After clubbing I went to Santana's and inhaled with astounding rapidity a one-pound carne asada california burrito, while drinking hot salsa from a small cup. The combination of copious amounts of alcohol, hot salsa, greasy meat, and fried potatoes resulted this morning in a rather violent episode i have named "the return of the burrito."

I have stopped trembling, but I am still recovering.