So I've been sitting here listening to my upstairs neighbors for the past thirty minutes engage in what, in my opinion, is a hilarious conversation.

These delightfully intoxicated individuals have been attempting to solve a difficult dilemma. They have a desperate desire for a Big Ten Burrito. This is understandable considering the sheer amount of alcohol they've already consumed at this point and the late hour.  The problem lies in the fact that Ann Arbor's finest are perched directly across the street waiting for people to leave the apartment complex. These individuals have made it quite clear that they are not yet 21 and therefore can't decide whether or not the deliciousness of a Big Ten Burrito is worth a possible M.I.P.

Considering the fact that during there 30 plus minute discussion on the topic the group in question dropped multiple glass bottles from a second story balcony, I'd say there chances of escaping unnoticed by the cops is slim to none.

I do wish these folks the best of luck, however, as those in A2 know there is nothing better than a drunken, late night, Big Ten Burrito.