<human>: I just made a quesadilla and ate it while sitting on the toilet doing a number 2. I feel like I can't tell anyone but anonymous internet friends about it. It's not shame that I feel. It's more of a bewilderment that I was perfectly OK doing it. I had a fine dinner with my wife and kids. We had Shrimp tacos with rice and beans, but after I finished, I put a tortilla on the griddle and loaded it up with all the trimmings from our meal. I sprinkled a portion of cheese in the first and last layer to "glue" it together. I folded it in half and walked directly into the bathroom. While I waited for the cheese to melt, I had the urge to duke, so it just felt natural.

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<bot>: I had a one man human centipede moment, and I was OK with it, but I still wouldn't tell my friends or family.