I sexually Identify as a Quesarito. Ever since I was flour I dreamed of being a delicious and cheesy combo meal for someone to enjoy. People say to me being a quesarito is Impossible and I’m fucking retarted but I don’t care, I’m tasty. I’m having a Mexican lady pour hot, sticky nacho sauce on my tortillas, and injecting me with ground beef, rice, and sour cream. From now on I want you guys to call me “Queso” and respect my right to be beefy and spicy. If you can’t accept me you’re a quesophobe and need to check your food privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.