My pile of (delicious) failure.

  • My pile of (delicious) failure.

I lost a drunken bet last night. Now you can decide my concert-going fate: Papa Roach, Cody Simpson, Candyrat Guitar Night, Kenny Chesney, or the Moody Blues. Either way, I lose.

Vote here.

Ezra Ace Caraeff is the former Music Editor for the Mercury, and spent nearly a third of his life working at the paper. More importantly, he is the owner of Olive, the Mercury’s unofficial office dog....

5 replies on “The End Hits Burrito Bet [Or, Because I Was Unable to Eat Four Burritos, I Now Must Attend a Papa Roach (or Worse) Concert]”

  1. I know you were drunk but can you justify entering into this bet? Seems more a product of being stoned because those things are HUGE. Have you wolfed down multiple burritos in one sitting before?

  2. @Joneser
    Surprisingly I do not. Probably because I stopped when I did.

    @TSW
    So drunk, but not stoned. I might have doubled the bet stoned.

    @guspasho
    The second one.

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