In the Sonara desert of northern Mexico, a dehydrated man called Juan Cuathalmetalmoctolpethactuactl, deprived of sex for more than 6 hours, met an attractive woman. The Mexican-Peruvian seductress agreed to make sweet love to Juan until the morning. When he woke up, he only saw a donkey, and realised he had hallucinated. There had been no Mexican-Peruvian seductress, and Juan was sad. Still, he accepted his son as if he was non-donkey-related. What came next, is legend. As Juan wanted his son to always know where he had come from, he decided to call him Burro ("donkey"). But Burro grew up to be a tiny Mexican, so his friends soon started calling him Burrito. This irritated him, so at the age of 10, on a schooltrip to Guadalajara, one night he decided to roll all of his classmates tightly into their own bed sheets, later claiming he "only Burrito'ed" them. The Mexican Policia sent him to Hocpoctolocpatecl Prison, in the South. There, he gained the nickname Bean, due to his amazing skills with beans which he developed during many lonely hours in the cell. Burrito "Bean" got out of prison 26 years later, ready to make it big. What followed was a chain of more than 6'000 stores, collected under the quality brand name, Taco Bell. And their first product? Exactly, the Bean Burrito, invented by and named after Burro "Bean" Cuathalmetalmoctolpethactuactl. Moreover, the specific product name Burrito has become a general term for anything looking like the original burrito.
by pedrurrito April 04, 2011
The act of rolling over in bed, unknowingly stealing all of the covers becoming completely rolled up in unfair warmth.
I tend to pull the blankets off of my bf when I sleep over. He had to nail one side to the floor to stop me from burritoing it!
by Dave Reed January 25, 2008
by Hosehead January 07, 2004
John: Damn!! I just saw some big piece of shit on the table!!!
Dave: Dude...That was my Taco Bell burrito
Dave: Dude...That was my Taco Bell burrito
by dirty sanchez January 13, 2005
A mexican sandwich, usually used to describe the most beautiful conglomeration of meats, vegetables, and salsas you have every laid your eyes on. Every inch of their beautiful golden tortillas (pronounced tor-TEE-ya for you uncultured walnuts out there) is gorgeous and flavorful. The best burritos must be picked ripely from the burrito tree, found exculsively in the rolling hills of Chihuahua, Mexico. Anyone may purchase one of these gifts from the gods from a taco bell or chipotle, and each will be amazing. If they are not amazing, you have the right to murder the people who sold it to you, for they have deprived you of divine succulence.
by Marquitoswag March 05, 2015
by Jkwon February 15, 2005