“What’s the halfway point on a burrito called? Sadness.”

“What’s the point of being the first to arrive? Nobody is there to witness your commitment.”

“I need to call it a night. But only because I don’t know what else to call it. What’s in between evening and morning?”

“I am the burrito wrapped up in a blanket. Eat my warmth.
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“A blanket could be used at the end of meetings, to wrap things up—sort of like a big office burrito of productivity.
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“I thought I was eating a candy bar, but it turned out to be a yummy burrito. I was both disappointed and appointed at the same time.”

“A blanket that has arms to hold you when you are sad, now that's what I call a comforter.”