Kelly O

Did anyone else see the giant dancing burrito at the ping-pong party on Saturday night? I tried to buy it some street meat—I mean, tried to buy it a hot dog—at the end of the night, but it just laughed at me and said: "Ah-ha-ha! You silly Seattle person! I, burrito, am from San Francisco! And cream cheese or no cream cheese, I will not eat your dog! While I am also a gut bomb found on the street at 2 a.m., I, burrito, still have my pride!" recommended

Drunk of the Week-ers—which would you rather eat, after a long night o' drinking? BURRITO or HOT DOG? Vote in the comments!