Hat Pick Night!

And, in the background, the Flying Burrito Dancers!

"Curse you, Rug! Curse you and your Burrito-tripping wrinkliness!

Whaddaya think this is, ToyFare?
Y'all think I'm gonna take the easy way out and make a fart joke here, doncha? Well, you're wrong. Instead, I'll make a clever play on the fact that the smoke pooling around Carrie's feet looks exactly like a Space Shuttle launch.
As soon as I think of one.
But no fart jokes.

Larry seems critical of Burrito's innovative mouthpiece-less sax technique. Philistine.
"Reeeeeeee-cola! Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-cola"

Alternate caption: 'Burrito at the Chiropractor'
Gather 'round, it's time to go!
Gather 'round, it's time to go!
Kick some ass at Jericho!
Kick some ass at Jericho!

'So I was, um, just wondering, Your Holiness, if you'd, y'know, um, asked anybody to the Prom?
Adam is the new HOH Hardcore Pope!

Hey! The Internet qualifies as 'nationwide circulation', dunnit? Guess I owe myself fifty bucks.
This shot is perfect for cut-and-paste Burrito projects. I endorse any and all Burrito projects using this photo. In fact, I encourage it! Yeah! Y'know what? I encourage it so much, I'll give fifty dollars to the first person who gives the photo nationwide circulation. I swear.