Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Burritos to Burrito Bowls—I blame White People

WARNING: If you are remotely offended by blatant stereotyping, racial slurs, and other unbridled forms of bigotry, definitely read this.

The food I order at Chipotle is completely determined by who happens to be working behind the counters. On a good day I’ll walk in and see two Mexicans jostling to and fro and moving overweight businesspeople out the door like a 4H cattle auction. I sigh contentedly. I can order whatever I want and my food will be completely perfect. If I want a double meat burrito with every single fixin’, I’ve got a trusty amigo right there to wrap that sucker in a silver blanket of bliss and send me away without actually speaking to me. That is heaven.

What is hell, you ask? Hell is when some white dude is inserted into this assembly line of burrito making. Because the scenario is this; I walk into a Chipotle (actually the line is out of the door at this point because it’s not moving) and I see some vanilla faced punk rolling burritos and tearing tortillas like its communion at their “contemporary” church. Thanks Chipotle, you just slashed my menu choices down to ONE item; the burrito bowl. Here’s an equation: Chiptole Burrito Line + White Person = Mandatory Burrito Bowl. Think about how many times you’ve come to the burrito rolling stage during your order and the tortilla rips. Now think about how many times it was a white person. White people bat a .1000 in suck-ass at burrito wrapping. Exasperating the situation is the white franchise owner inserting himself into the mess. Fresh out of Chipotle’s New Franchise Owner Training (where they did not wrap burritos) this spectacle of complete whiteness tries to show everyone how to keep the tortilla from tearing. A middle aged white dude teaching a Mexican how to wrap a burrito? Is this a SNL skit? Here’s a free tip, Chipotle; Don’t ever try and teach a Mexican how to wrap a burrito. They will slam you like a shot of tequila.

What about black people, you ask? Black people are smart as shit. They know what they’re not good at. A black person won’t even attempt the roll. They’ll look over their shoulder and holla at someone to do it for them. Smart. Even better is their time management skills. While they watch their co-worker do their job for them, they are texting their friends making fun of your cracker-ass.

Asian people don’t work at Chipotle. There are not enough electronics.

Something has gone wrong in the high management of Chipotle for them to think that inserting a white person in a burrito making line was going to make things faster and more efficient. Chipotle, are you serious? Really?! Is it opposite day every time I come into your establishment to find a white person wrapping and a Spanish-speaking burrito all-star working the register?

Instead of forcing me to drive to the Chipotle locations I know to be white-free, how about just not letting white people work in the burrito line. Honestly, I don’t even want them putting my pinto beans on—I hate having to babysit my burrito maker.

So that I don’t short change white people, I made a list of things white people can and cannot do. If you are a white person even contemplating working at a burrito joint, please give this a look over before you go and mess up my double meat burrito again for the umpteenth time. There’s something else out there that needs you—like gardening.

Good At:
  • Jogging
  • Camping
  • Gardening
  • Pointing at things
  • Cars
  • Returning purchased items
  • Counting
  • Internet
  • Cell Phones

Not Good At:

  • Rolling Burritos

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Pim the Demon, Or, The Religious Exercise

Pim the Demon must work all day at the Heaps, the furnace area where all the souls are burnt to ashes and then dumped into the fiery mountains of Us. His work is long and laborious. He has little time to rest; in fact he hasn’t recalled his last day off. Pim is a fed up Demon. He begins not to burn as many souls at the Heaps as he used to. The embers from the Heaps no longer burn as bright. In Hell, light only shines upon misery. Because the light of the Heaps dies down, the light in Hell no longer shines upon all misery. Now the Demons become happy. All Hell rejoices in the darkness. There is celebration after celebration and now Pim the Demon is very famous. All Demons rejoice the Demon who no longer burns the souls. Because Hell becomes such a wonderful place, God becomes angry. He does not want anyone to enjoy Hell. He wants Hell to be miserable. How does he make the Demons miserable? He brings the light back once again. Marvel the Angel is sent down by God to work with Pim. Marvel and Pim do not get along much because they are fighting against each other. Pim the Demon wants to stop burning the souls so that all the other Demons stay happy. Marvel the Angel wants to burn more of the souls so that the light of misery always shines upon Hell. Eventually Marvel begins to burn more of the souls than Pim can save. The light from the burnt souls begins to reveal more and more of Hell. The mountains of Us simmer in bloody red from burnt ash. Soon all the Demons become blinded by the Heaps. Marvel burns so many souls that the Demons can no longer see. Because they are blinded, the Demons can no longer see Hell. With Hell removed from their minds, all the Demons begin to rejoice in the darkness once again. There is celebration in Hell. Because Hell becomes such a wonderful place, God becomes even angrier because the Demons are still happy. Marvel has made too much light from all the souls. The light of the Heaps is too much. Marvel must now leave and return to Heaven because he has done his job better than Pim the Demon could ever do. The light of the Heaps dies down again. All the Demons feel the light die and they once again open their eyes. Pim the Demon must work again all day at the Heaps, the furnace area where the burnt souls will always determine how bright We are.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Obama’s “BarackBerry” is GOP’s only hope


 

    I was totally psyched to see that the NSA had developed a "spy-proof" phone for Obama—basically a free ticket to TXT and forward obscene joke-mails to his friends without the anxiety of being caught. This is doing two things for me in terms of understanding the new leader of the free world;

  1. Barack is no different than the rest of us. His legs are up on the Oval Office scattering the dust of victory left behind by George W. Bush and getting quality lulz throughout the day just like the rest of us. Here's what is basically going on;

    Oval Office. 9:13am.

    ButchedByBill: Dude did u get that pic yo?

    TheFirstBrotha: Hillary that shit was sick. What did u eat?

    ButchedByBill:
    Like fifteen Coney's. Is it ratemypoop.com worthy?

    TheFirstBrotha: Totally. 9.8.

    ButchedByBill: Wat u doin now?

    TheFirstBrotha: Got a new pair of shutter glasses like Kanye. Lookin outside.

  2. Foreign relations will be completely redefined. You want to talk about instantaneous sentiment towards international disasters or compliments to leaders of foreign nations? No more phone calls—Barack is going to straight TXT that shit now.

    Oval Office. 9:15am.

    TheFirstBrotha: Srry bout the floods. How many u lose? L

    JintaoJintao: Like 10,000z. Suxors.

    TheFirstBrotha: Whoa. U GOTZ PWNED!

    JintaoJintao: Thx a lot 9-11 face.

    TheFirstBrotha:
    L

    And that's how its gonna get done. Need food stamps? No worries, just TXT SrslyHngry to the Secretary of Agriculture. Word on the street is you can even opt for a stimulus package of 1,000 TXT's instead of cash back on your tax return. In terms of lulz that is totally priceless. Now that is the kind of change I can believe in.

    My only question is if Obama has a super spy-proof BarackBerry and he's the only one with one, won't hackers just get into other foreign leader's phones, like Sarkozy for example? It makes more sense anyway—you know he's got pics of Carla Bruni. And she is nuclear hot now.