PETA will now target the mom'n'pop taco place next door

It's Sunday night and I've realized that my body is trying to kill me. I've not been this sick with a chest/throat cold since Christmas '97 when my brother couldn't stop laughing because I 'sounded like a duck'. This time around I sound like a duck again, but a really sick duck.

So R has been trying to help and that's really cool of him. Tonite he was going to take care of dinner.

R: I don't know what to do about dinner. I don't feel like making anything and the weather is too gross to go outside to pick anything up.

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Me: (croaks) You could get delivery.

R: Ugh. I don't even feel like doing that.

Me: (gasps) Just take care of you and E. I can only have hot liquid.

R: Do you want a burrito?

Me: A hot liquid burrito? Isn't that just diarrhea?

R: So no then?

Me: Share one with E.

R: He can't have a whole half of a burrito. It's way too big.... (goes and grabs coat and puts jeans on) I'm going out to get a burrito. E - do you want a burrito? And a churooodle?

Me: What? They have churro/poodle hybrids? I want one. Also PETA is going to be pissed!

R: No, a churrrrrrrrrrrrddle.

Me: Are you trying to say 'churro' with an accent? You have a terrible fake accent. I like it!

R: I'm leaving.

*******20 minutes later R returns home with food*******

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Me: Can I have half that burrito?