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He was chugging brown pop from a can Jack had handed him while he stuffed nacho cheese Doritos in his face. I was glad to see he looked lots better, almost completely like himself, which proves Doritos and brown pop really are health foods.
P.C. Cast (Hunted (House of Night, #5))
I plead alignment to the flakes of the untitled snakes of a merry cow and to the republicans for which they scam: one nacho, underpants with licorice and jugs of wine for owls.
Matt Groening (The Big Book of Hell)
This is a combo between Taco and Burrito, nacho!
Lisi Harrison
We have some nachos left.” Carlos motioned to a plate on the table. “But I don’t suppose you’re interested.” “I already ate.” Ian sat at the end of the table. “Anyone we know?” Carlos’s amber eyes twinkled. “Ouch.” He glared at Toni.
Kerrelyn Sparks (All I Want for Christmas is a Vampire (Love at Stake, #5))
Yes, my style sucks. But at least I didn't bowl half a game with a nacho stuck to my ass.
Sara Wolf (Lovely Vicious (Lovely Vicious, #1))
I’ll be back with the sandwiches,” she said. “But I had some leftover seven-layer dip.” “Yum.” Percy dug in with a tortilla chip. “She’s kinda famous for this, guys.” Sally ruffled his hair. “There’s guacamole, sour cream, refried beans, salsa—” “Seven layers?” I looked up in wonder. “You knew seven is my sacred number? You invented this for me?” Sally wiped her hands on her apron. “Well, actually, I can’t take credit—” “You are too modest!” I tried some of the dip. It tasted almost as good as ambrosia nachos. “You will have immortal fame for this, Sally Jackson!
Rick Riordan (The Hidden Oracle (The Trials of Apollo, #1))
Then the guilt from my ignored responsibilities grows so large that merely carrying it around with me feels like a huge responsibility. It takes up a sizable portion of my capacity, leaving me almost completely useless for anything other than consuming nachos and surfing the Internet like an attention-deficient squirrel on PCP.
Allie Brosh (Hyperbole and a Half)
I am the gatekeeper of my own destiny and I will have my glory days in the hot sun
Nacho LIbre
I stock up on fancy food because I’m also planning on morphing into a master chef and actually cooking instead of just eating nachos for dinner every night.
Allie Brosh (Hyperbole and a Half)
Maybe she was a little dark but she sort of sparkled with it. Jacob about Muse
Z.A. Maxfield (Jacob's Ladder (St. Nacho's #3))
That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals. Jacob to Ben describing JT
Z.A. Maxfield (Jacob's Ladder (St. Nacho's #3))
I didn't despise myself for being who I was, and I never would. I wouldn't allow anyone to make me feel bad about that. That was a line I could draw in the sand.
Z.A. Maxfield (Jacob's Ladder (St. Nacho's #3))
I grew up on a working ranch, and there was way too much to do.” “You what? A working ranch? Like…a cowboy?” Cam rolled his eyes. “I guess.” “You’re a cowboy and a fireman?” “Yes, Daniel,” Cam said dryly. “It’s almost as if I am half of the Village People, all rolled into one.
Z.A. Maxfield (The Book Of Daniel (St. Nacho's, #4))
For about four years, I’ve been telling people I hate sour cream. One time I sent back nachos because they had sour cream on them. I started saying this because a friend I admire hates sour cream. I told him I hated it too so we could have a funny thing in common.
Megan Boyle (Selected Unpublished Blog Posts of a Mexican Panda Express Employee)
Why do you gotta be going somewhere? Seems like it should be enough that we had nachos. And we got meaningful jobs. We catch bad guys. If it wasn't for us, there'd be vampires and all kinds of shit running around loose.
Janet Evanovich (Explosive Eighteen (Stephanie Plum, #18))
She looks tan...-ish." "There's a fine line between 'tan', and looking like you just rolled around in a giant bag of Doritos. And Miranda seems to prefer the nacho cheese variety.
Jena Leigh (Revival (The Variant Series, #1))
I’m a thief, because I stole her heart. That’s so cheesy that I had to end it with nachos.
Jarod Kintz (How to construct a coffin with six karate chops)
A bottle of wine. A family-sized packet of Nacho Cheese Flavoured Tortilla Chips and a jar of hot salsa dip. A packet of cigarettes on the side (I know, I know). The rain hammering against the windows. And a book. What could have been lovelier?
Anthony Horowitz (Magpie Murders (Susan Ryeland #1))
But so far he's stayed so deep in the closet, they're going to crown him king of Narnia.
Z.A. Maxfield (Jacob's Ladder (St. Nacho's #3))
Ken brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I'd been paying so much attention to Ken, I didn't know what happened during the game. I don't think anyone cared too much what the outcome was after Ken's at bat. "Do you know who won?" I asked Cooper, who automatically translated into sign language for Shawn. Shawn laughed his odd laugh and signed something back. He looked at Ken, who had an arm wrapped possessively around my waist. Cooper grinned. "Shawn says it looks like you did, Jordie.
Z.A. Maxfield (Physical Therapy (St. Nacho's #2))
Whoever had covered our sidewalk with seals and signs apparently had an ax to grind, but I wasn’t worried. Whatever they wanted, I wasn’t about to let it get to me. Nothing could feel quite so benign as a warm spring day in St. Nacho’s. So… For some unknown—and probably unknowable—reason, the Witches of Westwick were trying to freak me out. I blew out a long, thin stream of smoke and grinned. Cool. - Daniel Livingston
Z.A. Maxfield (The Book Of Daniel (St. Nacho's, #4))
Why would you put bacon on nachos in the first place?” Misha asked. “Dude. We’re in America. We put bacon on everything.
Avon Gale (Power Play (Scoring Chances, #3))
Me: Because you like him. Bea: I’ll like him for about ten minutes while he bangs me on boxes of nacho cheese.
Michelle Lynn (Love Surfaced (Love Surfaced, #1))
Let me tell you, nothing puts you off your bar-food nachos quicker than a lecture on the color and consistency of slug secretions.
Lisa Shearin (The Dragon Conspiracy (SPI Files, #2))
Newel and Doren had inexhaustibly consumed milkshakes, burgers, sandwiches, tacos, nachos, pretzels, nuts, beef jerky, trail mix, soda, doughnuts, candy bars, cookies, crackers, and aerosol cheese. Of the fifty most impressive belches Seth had witnessed in his life, all had occurred on this road trip.
Brandon Mull (Fablehaven: The Complete Series (Fablehaven, #1-5))
Newel and Doren had inexhaustibly consumed milkshakes, burgers, sandwiches, tacos, nachos, pretzels, nuts, beef jerky, trail mix, soda, doughnuts, candy bars, cookies, crackers, and aerosol cheese. Of the fifty most impressive belches Seth had witnessed in his life, all had occurred on this road trip. “I hate to interrupt the feasting,” Vanessa said, “but we did come here for a purpose. Let’s try to focus on something besides sweet fat and salty fat for the next little while.” “Some of us have fast metabolisms,” Doren mumbled. “We just want fuel in the tank before we risk our necks,” Newel complained.
Brandon Mull (Fablehaven: The Complete Series (Fablehaven, #1-5))
Max had no idea, but figured it had to be easier than getting around the gait monitor. “Let me worry about that. Just answer the question. Can you do it?” “Can I get you boys some more nachos? Or maybe some sliders?” Their waitress spoke with a Southern accent that Max would have found charming under other conditions. He brushed her away without looking up. Wang spent another second savoring Max’s suffering while he pretended to ponder. The obvious ploy made Max want to slap him. “Technically, it’s well within our capabilities.
Tim Tigner (The Lies of Spies (Kyle Achilles, #2))
That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals." --Jacob "Yasha" Livingston
Z.A. Maxfield (Jacob's Ladder (St. Nacho's #3))
Since we had brought the offerings, I figured I had better talk to one of the natitas. I asked Nacho to influence the U.S. presidential election, which was being held the next day. I can only assume that either Nacho was not the right natita for American political matters or was rusty in his English.
Caitlin Doughty (From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death)
My hot-as-fuck Mistress makes nachos, watches football, and has a book club. Careful, baby, I’m gonna start thinking you’re a real person and not an angel sent from heaven to jack my shit.” She started laughing, through it saying, “I’m sure you’ll agree I’m no angel.” He moved his face close to her. “Don’t know about that.
Kristen Ashley (The Deep End (Honey, #1))
What we take from granted in the United States as being Mexican, to those from southern Mexico, is almost completely foreign. Rural Mexicans don't have the spare money to drown their food in melted cheese. They don't smother their food in mounds of sour cream. Who would pay for it? They have never seen "nachos." In some regions of the south, they eat soup with bananas; some tribal folks not far from Veracruz eat termite tacos; turkey, when there are turkeys, is not filled with "stuffing"―but with dry pineapples, papaya, pecans. Meat is killed behind the house, or it is bought, dripping and flyblown, off a wooden plank in the village market. They eat cheeks, ears, feet, tails, lips, fried blood, intestines filled with curdled milk. Southerners grew up eating corn tortillas, and they never varied in their diet. You find them eating food the Aztecs once ate. Flour tortillas, burritos, chimichangas―it's foreign food to them, invented on the border. They were alliens before they ever crossed the line.
Luis Alberto Urrea (The Devil's Highway: A True Story)
I liked laughing, I found out, and music. I liked nice people, getting up early, and working hard. I liked simple pleasures, like my toes in the sand and someone to kiss.
Z.A. Maxfield (St. Nacho's (St. Nacho's, #1))
I don’t need vitamins. I need nacho cheese and chocolate sauce.
Emily Henry (Beach Read)
The waiter arrives, swapping out the empty appetizer plate with a giant platter of nachos, piled high with roasted pork, gooey cheese, and all the fixings.
Marissa Meyer (Instant Karma)
When I write I am an avocado, and in a team sport setting, I am guacamole. And not to sour cream on your dreams, but with my love life, I am a nacho.
Jarod Kintz (This Book is Not for Sale)
duties. Cooking duty. Dead guy duty. Maybe it’s time for me to get a better duty. Nacho Libre, Nacho Libre
Peyton Jones (Church Zero: Raising 1st Century Churches out of the Ashes of the 21st Century Church)
Kwa sababu ya udadisi wa hali ya juu nasoma kila kitu ninachokutana nacho hasa vile visivyonipendeza. Ukitaka kupata maarifa usisome tu vitabu vinavyokupendeza. Soma vitabu visivyokupendeza.
Enock Maregesi
However, using insidious and irresistible mind-control techniques such as offering us Mountain Dew and a ton of nachos, the naval bigwigs had managed to corral us in this room for a debriefing.
James Patterson (Max (Maximum Ride, #5))
Jack y yo somos los dos últimos en ponernos los zapatos. Él suspira y se encoje de hombros. —Ninguno de los dos ha ganado, pero yo bien podría haberlo hecho. Ambos sabemos que he lanzado tácticamente más el juego. Tu estilo es un desastre tremendamente ilógico. —Sí, mi estilo es una mierda. Pero al menos yo no he lanzado la mitad de un una partida con un nacho pegado a mi culo. Sonrió mientras me alejo tranquilamente, dejando que Jack palpe violentamente la parte trasera de sus pantalones vaqueros. Escucho una palabrota y noto que algo afilado golpea ligeramente mi cabeza. El tipo gordo del mostrador eructa. —Uh, ese tipo acaba de lanzarte una patata. —Está enfadado porque yo he ganado, buen señor. —Suspiro feliz—. Y está molesto porque hasta ahora se está dando cuenta de que voy a seguir ganando.
Sara Wolf (Lovely Vicious (Lovely Vicious, #1))
The French don't snack. They will tear off the endo of a fres baguette (which, if it's warm, it's practically impossible to resist) and eat it as they leave the boulangerie. And that's usually all you will see being consumed on the street. Compare that with the public eating and drinking that goes on in America: pizza, hot dogs, nachos, tacos, heroes, potato chips, sandwiches, jerricans of coffee, half-gallon buckets of Coke (Diet, of cours) and heaven knows what else being demolished on the hoof, often on the way to the aerobic class.
Peter Mayle
Since we had brought the offerings, I figured I had better talk to one of the ñatitas. I asked Nacho to influence the U.S. presidential election, which was being held the next day. I can only assume that either Nacho was not the right ñatita for American political matters or was rusty in his English.
Caitlin Doughty (From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death)
THE COUNCIL WAS NOTHING LIKE Jason imagined. For one thing, it was in the Big House rec room, around a Ping-Pong table, and one of the satyrs was serving nachos and sodas. Somebody had brought Seymour the leopard head in from the living room and hung him on the wall. Every once in a while, a counselor would toss him a Snausage. Jason looked around the room and tried to remember everyone’s name. Thankfully, Leo and Piper were sitting next to him—it was their first meeting as senior counselors. Clarisse, leader of the Ares cabin, had her boots on the table, but nobody seemed to care. Clovis from Hypnos cabin was snoring in the corner while Butch from Iris cabin was seeing how many pencils he could fit in Clovis’s nostrils. Travis Stoll from Hermes was holding a lighter under a Ping-Pong ball to see if it would burn, and Will Solace from Apollo was absently wrapping and unwrapping an Ace bandage around his wrist. The counselor from Hecate cabin, Lou Ellen something-or-other, was playing “got-your-nose” with Miranda Gardiner from Demeter, except that Lou Ellen really had magically disconnected Miranda’s nose, and Miranda was trying to get it back. Jason had hoped Thalia would show. She’d promised, after all—but she was nowhere to be seen. Chiron had told him not to worry about it. Thalia often got sidetracked fighting monsters or running quests for Artemis, and she would probably arrive soon. But still, Jason worried. Rachel Dare, the oracle, sat next to Chiron at the head of the table. She was wearing her Clarion Academy school uniform dress, which seemed a bit odd, but she smiled at Jason. Annabeth didn’t look so relaxed. She wore armor over her camp clothes, with her knife at her side and her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. As soon as Jason walked in, she fixed him with an expectant look, as if she were trying to extract information out of him by sheer willpower. “Let’s come to order,” Chiron said. “Lou Ellen, please give Miranda her nose back. Travis, if you’d kindly extinguish the flaming Ping-Pong ball, and Butch, I think twenty pencils is really too many for any human nostril. Thank you. Now, as you can see, Jason, Piper, and Leo have returned successfully…more or less. Some of you have heard parts of their story, but I will let them fill you in.” Everyone looked at Jason. He cleared his throat and began the story. Piper and Leo chimed in from time to time, filling in the details he forgot. It only took a few minutes, but it seemed like longer with everyone watching him. The silence was heavy, and for so many ADHD demigods to sit still listening for that long, Jason knew the story must have sounded pretty wild. He ended with Hera’s visit right before the meeting.
Rick Riordan (The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus, #1))
Mientras hubiera alguien al otro lado, los carteles seguirían enviando mercancia. Y al otro lado siempre había alguien.
Nacho Carretero (Fariña)
But so far he’s stayed so deep in the closet, they’re going to crown him king of Narnia.
Z.A. Maxfield (Jacob's Ladder (St. Nacho's, #3))
espléndido.
Z.A. Maxfield (St. Nacho's (St. Nacho's, #1))
you pillagers weren’t doing that great either. Hiding out in your caves would’ve just made you Nullified food. I doubt Lily would have agreed to come back with us if she really thought you bandits could’ve survived a Nullified attack on your own.” ​Their faces fell. Nacho scowled at me. “Hey! What do you know?” ​I shrugged my shoulders. “Enough to beat your captain one-on-one.
Write Blocked (Night of Null (Stuck Inside Minecraft #8))
She reminded me of the girls I'd grown up with. Spoiled, undeniably pretty girls who tirelessly solicited compliments by claiming to be disgusted by their looks (too fat, too thin), who'd beg you to order nachos or fries to share! and then, claiming loss of appetite, sit and stare at you while you ate like they were watching porn. Who one day are your best friends and the next the agents of your destruction.
Elissa Schappell (Blueprints for Building Better Girls: Fiction)
Something settled inside me then, a deep serenity, the kind I thought I would get from rehab, but didn’t. It wasn’t S.....He was part of the picture, but I knew better than to expect someone to fill my empty spaces. I thought it might have been the act of standing in one place long enough to look around. I was taking stock in St. Nacho’s, making a new list of what I didn’t want and, maybe more importantly, what I did
Z.A. Maxfield (St. Nacho's (St. Nacho's, #1))
Instead of a boozy happy hour after work, soaking up inflammatory alcohol, you can meet up with your friends for a workout or a game of softball or Frisbee—something that actually makes your body feel good and is a better bonding activity than pounding beers and nachos. This way, instead of feeling deprived of social engagement, you rewrite the rules of social engagement to work for you. You’re making a new kind of human connection.
Dave Asprey (Fast This Way: How to Lose Weight, Get Smarter, and Live Your Longest, Healthiest Life with the Bulletproof Guide to Fasting)
On the other hand, dogs eat with gusto, play with exuberance, work happily when given the opportunity, surrender themselves to the wonder and the mystery of their world, and love extravagantly. Envy infects the human heart; if we envy, next we covet, and what we covet becomes the object of our all-consuming avarice. If we live without envy, with the humility and the joyful gratitude of dogs—nachos! ball! cuddle time!—we will be ready even for Death when he comes for us, content that we have made good use of the gift of life.
Dean Koontz (A Big Little Life: A Memoir of a Joyful Dog)
Cheat (sometimes) Eating healthily is a part of my lifestyle, but I’m no superhuman. My Kryptonite is at the movie theater. I can’t go to the movies unless I have popcorn (with butter and salt, of course), and I’ll also get nachos with extra cheese and jalapeños, then some M&Ms, water, and a root beer if I really want to get crazy. It’s okay to cheat…provided you do it only occasionally. If you never allow yourself to cheat, you put too much pressure on yourself and doom yourself to failure. Work hard and practice hard, but it’s okay to cut yourself a break now and then.
Derek Hough (Taking the Lead: Lessons from a Life in Motion)
Nilijifunza toka awali umuhimu wa kushindwa katika maisha ijapokuwa nilijitahidi sana, na nilipoendelea kushindwa niliweka nadhiri ya kufanya kitu kimoja kilicholeta maana zaidi katika maisha yangu nacho ni uandishi wa vitabu. Uandishi wa vitabu ndicho kitu pekee nilichokiweza zaidi kuliko vingine vyote na kuanzia hapo Mungu aliniweka huru. Nilijua mimi ni nani. Nilijua kwa nini nilizaliwa. Nilijifunza falsafa ya kuacha dunia katika hali nzuri kuliko nilivyoikuta – kwa sababu hata mimi nilikuwepo – na falsafa ya kushindwa si hiari. Maarifa hayo yakafanya niwe na heshima na upendo kwa watu wote.
Enock Maregesi
What’s wrong?” Lane ran his thumb over my cheek. “I wish… I just…” I frowned, trying to find the words I wanted. “I want to go home. I want to go check on Iggy. I want this to be a really bad and really long nightmare. I wish that instead of being in the truck, we were on our couch. You’d be sitting with your legs stretched out and I’d be lying on your lap. We could watch a movie. We’d be having a beer and nachos… I’d kill for a fucking beer right now.” I stopped my rambling to swallow down the lump forming in my throat. “It will be okay.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but someone will figure it out and they’ll find a way to fix it. We’re safe here for now.” He maneuvered over the shift stick settled himself beside me. I laid my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes as he smoothed my hair. “Lane?” “Hmmm?” I looked up at him and raised a hand to touch his cheek. My heart skipped, my lips brushed over his, and I took a deep breath. I remembered all those times I’d told him, but at the same time hadn’t told him. I decided that from now on, for whatever time we had left, he’d know. “I love you, Lane. Always have.” His smile melted every bone in my body. “I love you, Gabrielle. Always will.
Meaka Kyel
Dear Pinterest, When we first started dating, you lured me in with Skittles-flavored vodka and Oreo-filled chocolate chip cookies. You wooed me with cheesy casseroles adjacent to motivational fitness sayings. I loved your inventiveness: Who knew cookies needed a sugary butter dip? You did. You knew, Pinterest. You inspired me, not to make stuff, but to think about one day possibly making stuff if I have time. You took the cake batter, rainbow and bacon trends to levels nobody thought were possible. You made me hungry. The nights I spent pinning and eating nachos were some of the best nights of my life. Pinterest, we can’t see each other anymore. You see, it’s recently come to my attention that some people aren’t just pinning, they are making. This makes me want to make, too. Unfortunately, I’m not good at making, and deep down I like buying way more. Do you see where I’m going with this? I’m starting to feel bad, Pinterest. I don’t enjoy you the way I once did. We need to take a break. I’m going to miss your crazy ideas (rolls made with 7Up? Shut your mouth). This isn’t going to be easy. You’ve been responsible for nearly every 2 a.m. grilled cheese binge I’ve had for the past couple of years, and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. Stay cool, Pinterest. PS. You hurt me. PPS. I’m also poor now. Xo Me 10
Bunmi Laditan (Confessions of a Domestic Failure)
The longer I procrastinate on returning phone calls and emails, the more guilty I feel about it. The guilt I feel causes me to avoid the issue further, which only leads to more guilt and more procrastination. It gets to the point where I don’t email someone for fear of reminding them that they emailed me and thus giving them a reason to be disappointed in me. Then the guilt from my ignored responsibilities grows so large that merely carrying it around with me feels like a huge responsibility. It takes up a sizable portion of my capacity, leaving me almost completely useless for anything other than consuming nachos and surfing the Internet like an attention-deficient squirrel on PCP.
Allie Brosh (Hyperbole and a Half)
Remember that time at Freddy’s when the merry-go-round got stuck, and Marla and that mean kid Billy had to keep riding it until their parents plucked them off?” Charlie said. John laughed, and the sound made her smile. “Their faces were bright red, crying like babies.” She covered her face, guilty that it was so funny to her. There was a brief, surprised silence, then Carlton started laughing. “Then Marla puked all over him!” “Sweet justice!” Charlie said. “Actually, I think it was nachos,” John added. Jessica wrinkled her nose. “So gross. I never rode it again, not after that.” “Oh, come on, Jessica, they cleaned it,” said Carlton. “I’m pretty sure kids puked all over that place; those wet floor signs weren’t there for nothing. Right, Charlie?” “Don’t look at me,” she said. “I never puked.
Scott Cawthon (Five Nights at Freddy's: The Silver Eyes)
Mostly Gaylord deals with insurance scamming. He takes a car off a lot and the insurance company pays.” “That’s still stealing.” “I guess, but it’s an insurance company, and everyone hates those people.” “I don’t hate them.” “Well, you’re weird,” Lula said. “Do you like the car?” “I love the car.” “There you go. And by the way, you might want to put a dab of concealer on your nose.” Kranski’s Bar was on the corner of Mayberry Street and Ash. This was a neighborhood very similar to the Burg, but the houses were a little larger, the cars were newer, the kitchen appliances were probably stainless. I parked in the small lot beside the tavern, and Lula and I sashayed into the dim interior. Bertie was working behind the bar that stretched across the back of the room. A bunch of high-top tables were scattered around the front of the room. Two women sat at one of the tables, eating nachos and drinking martinis. At one end of the bar four men were drinking beer and watching the overhead television. I spotted Kenny Morris at the other end. He was alone, nursing what looked like whiskey. Bertie caught my eye, tilted his head toward Kenny, and I nodded back. “I guess that’s the guy you’re looking for,” Lula said. “You want to tag-team him?” “No. I just want to talk to him. I’ll go it alone.” Lula hoisted herself onto a barstool by the four men, and I approached Kenny. “Anyone sitting here?” I asked him. “No,” he said. “No one ever sits there.” “Why not?” “The television is at the other end.” “But you’re here.” “Yeah, I’m not into the team television thing.” He looked a lot like his yearbook photograph. His hair was a little longer. He was slim. Medium height. Pleasant looking. Wearing jeans and a blue dress shirt with the top button open and the sleeves rolled. He was staring at my nose with an intensity usually displayed by dermatologists during a skin cancer exam. I couldn’t blame him. I’d smeared some makeup on it, but even in the dark bar it was emitting a red glow. “It’s a condition,” I said. “It comes and goes. It’s not contagious or anything. Do you come in here often?” “Couple times a week.
Janet Evanovich (Turbo Twenty-Three (Stephanie Plum, #23))
Knock, knock. Who's there? A: Lettuce Q: Lettuce who? A: Lettuce in, it's freezing out here.. . 2. Q: What do elves learn in school? A: The elf-abet . 3. Q: Why was 6 afraid of 7? A: Because: 7 8 9 . . 4. Q. how do you make seven an even number? A. Take out the s! . 5. Q: Which dog can jump higher than a building? A: Anydog – Buildings can’t jump! . 6. Q: Why do bananas have to put on sunscreen before they go to the beach? A: Because they might peel! . 7. Q. How do you make a tissue dance? A. You put a little boogie in it. . 8. Q: Which flower talks the most? A: Tulips, of course, 'cause they have two lips! . 9. Q: Where do pencils go for vacation? A: Pencil-vania . 10. Q: What did the mushroom say to the fungus? A: You're a fun guy [fungi]. . 11. Q: Why did the girl smear peanut butter on the road? A: To go with the traffic jam! . 11. Q: What do you call cheese that’s not yours? A: Nacho cheese! . 12. Q: Why are ghosts bad liars? A: Because you can see right through them. . 13. Q: Why did the boy bring a ladder to school? A: He wanted to go to high school. . 14. Q: How do you catch a unique animal? A: You neak up on it. Q: How do you catch a tame one? A: Tame way. . 15. Q: Why is the math book always mad? A: Because it has so many problems. . 16. Q. What animal would you not want to pay cards with? A. Cheetah . 17. Q: What was the broom late for school? A: Because it over swept. . 18. Q: What music do balloons hate? A: Pop music. . 19. Q: Why did the baseball player take his bat to the library? A: Because his teacher told him to hit the books. . 20. Q: What did the judge say when the skunk walked in the court room? A: Odor in the court! . 21. Q: Why are fish so smart? A: Because they live in schools. . 22. Q: What happened when the lion ate the comedian? A: He felt funny! . 23. Q: What animal has more lives than a cat? A: Frogs, they croak every night! . 24. Q: What do you get when you cross a snake and a pie? A: A pie-thon! . 25. Q: Why is a fish easy to weigh? A: Because it has its own scales! . 26. Q: Why aren’t elephants allowed on beaches? A:They can’t keep their trunks up! . 27. Q: How did the barber win the race? A: He knew a shortcut! . 28. Q: Why was the man running around his bed? A: He wanted to catch up on his sleep. . 29. Q: Why is 6 afraid of 7? A: Because 7 8 9! . 30. Q: What is a butterfly's favorite subject at school? A: Mothematics. Jokes by Categories 20 Mixed Animal Jokes Animal jokes are some of the funniest jokes around. Here are a few jokes about different animals. Specific groups will have a fun fact that be shared before going into the jokes. 1. Q: What do you call a sleeping bull? A: A bull-dozer. . 2. Q: What to polar bears eat for lunch? A: Ice berg-ers! . 3. Q: What do you get from a pampered cow? A: Spoiled milk.
Peter MacDonald (Best Joke Book for Kids : Best Funny Jokes and Knock Knock Jokes( 200+ Jokes))
El otro día, cuando hablábamos del país, me faltó decirle al Nacho que mi país no es Mercedes ni el Sur, que me importan tres pepinos la centralización, el federalismo y la mar en coche. Que mi lugar es cualquiera, mientras me abra la puerta de casa el bruto del Zacarías.
Hernán Casciari (Más respeto que soy tu madre)
Go on! Melt on my nachos.
Alessa Kelly (Hold Me Forever: A Hartley Brothers Romance Suspense Novel (Hartley Brothers, #1))
the Pareto Principle predicts that 80% of effects come from 20% of causes. Maybe it’s just my laziness talking but this gets me seriously excited. It’s often said that necessity is the mother of invention but I’d argue that laziness is, and my friend Vilfredo is my mentor in that pursuit. So essentially, you can cut out 80% of the stuff you’re doing, sit on the couch eating nachos instead and you’ll still get most of the results you’re getting. If you don’t want to sit on the couch chowing down on nachos 80% of the time, then doing more of the 20% stuff is your fast track to success.
Allan Dib (The 1-Page Marketing Plan: Get New Customers, Make More Money, And Stand out From The Crowd)
Este no es un libro sobre el éxito o el fracaso, sino sobre la lucha
Nacho Lucea
two or ALL the puppies if I could’ve. But whatever, it was just cool to have puppies in the mall. My sister’s gonna FREAK when I tell her about it. Anyways, Fergus and Annie returned to our tournament table with the biggest plate of nachos I’d ever seen in my whole entire life, so me and Emma went and joined them. The four of us dug into the towering mountain of chips and cheese and chicken and onions and queso and tomatoes and salsa and sour cream and guac and jalapenos and O.M.CHEESE, it was SO good! I filled my belly with warm food and then sat back, watching all the people around the tournament having fun. What a great start to a weekend full of friends, puppies, and video games. I mean, seriously, everything was PERFECT, and there wasn’t a single thing that could change that… And immediately, Annie goes, “It was stolen,” but she didn’t know that! Isn’t it funny how some people go to the worst-case scenario first? That’s called “catastrophic thinking” and helps ABSOLUTELY NOBODY in times of stress. So, until we had more details, I thought it best to simply call the camera “missing.” I ran up to Callie, HOPING that maybe she had taken the camera to a Lost & Found box somewhere inside Hacktronics, but nope. Apparently, they didn’t have one. Not good. That meant somebody MIGHT have stolen it. I went to the other players in the tournament and asked if THEY saw anything suspicious, but nobody did! I just couldn’t believe it! How was it possible that NOBODY saw some fool GANK an $800 camera?? That doesn’t even make any sense! Fergus had completely shut down. Annie was angry at me. And Emma was just caught in the middle of it, sitting there, like, “Awkwaaaaaard.” Then, outta nowhere, Annie let me have it. She shouted a bunch of stuff at me that weren’t the kindest things ever, but I fixed all that through the MAGIC of editing…
Marcus Emerson (Kid Youtuber 7: Gamer's Paradise (a hilarious adventure for children ages 9-12): From the Creator of Diary of a 6th Grade Ninja)
So,” JD continued, “here’s our hero on his Trek, drunk as a Kennedy on election day, and he’s got this big mess of nachos balanced on his handlebars…
Dennis Fisher (Be Gone)
So I’m pedaling along, doing pretty good, when I come to the train tracks about a block from our apartment. Remember, I’d had a beer or two at this point. Maybe eleven. So I start to get all wobbly and next thing you know, the front tire hits the tracks sideways, wedges into the gap by the rail and here I go right over the handlebars. I hit the ground, and look up and I see the nachos coming at me in slow motion. I can see the chips spinning in the air and the chili and cheese sauce separating into these big globs, and it’s like I’m in a bad kung fu movie. I couldn’t move. So the whole mess lands right on my chest. Cheese, jalapenos, chili, all that shit.
Dennis Fisher (Be Gone)
TC ordered nachos, pizza, bread sticks and some kind of cheesy dip, cookies, and more brownies. He and I must be related.
Julia Huni (Triana Moore, Space Janitor: The Complete Series)
most timid patients may introduce the nacho-guttural probe to the back of the throat, or inject the throat by the nasoguttural tube and bottle. CHAPTER VII.
James Yearsley (Deafness practically illustrated)
We've reached that point in the night when we're slinging more drinks than tacos, and the Frankenstein monsters on our menu- which I'd created specifically for the inebriated- are flooding the line. There's the fried egg pork carnitas perfect for a pounding headache, and the barbacoa with bacon and refried beans that soaks up alcohol like a sponge. I watch as one of the waitresses carries out a stack of corn tortillas filled with tripas and potatoes smothered in queso blanco- the holy grail of hangover remedies.
Laekan Zea Kemp (Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet)
Got any nachos left?" I was suddenly starving. "Sorry," Vanilla Joe said. "Served them all." He smiled like the cat eating the canary. "I didn't have any left over. It was lucky I'd made extras. So sad I didn't get a snack afterward." "Epic humblebrag, Vanilla Joe," I said.
Amanda Elliot (Sadie on a Plate)
Besides, I’m fine with how fat I am. For a long time I was in a war with food and now I’m not. I’ve engineered a ceasefire. All weapons have been melted down and poured over nachos.
Maeve Higgins (Tell Everyone on This Train I Love Them)
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Nacho Docavo (El Secreto de Camaleón (Las aventuras de Camaleón #1))
Everyone turned to look at me and started clapping. It was so embarrassing. My hands were all greasy, I had nachos smeared all over my lips and my mouth was filled to the brim with food.
Steve the Noob (Diary of Steve the Noob 45 (An Unofficial Minecraft Book) (Diary of Steve the Noob Collection))
146. Q: What do you call cheese that’s not yours? A: Nacho cheese.
Chrissy Voeg (365 Jokes For Kids: A Joke A Day Book +5 Bonus Magic Tricks)
Some say the world will end with Kris Some say with Bimb. From what I know of nacho abyss I hold with those who favor Kris.
Paolo Manalo (Jolography Retconned: Poems)
Recordad que el secreto de la felicidad está en la libertad y el secreto de la libertad, en el coraje
Nacho Abad (Sé que estás viva (Guadalupe y Valentín, #2))
La edad regalaba un desparpajo que eliminaba lo accesorio y potenciaba lo esencial
Nacho Abad (Sé que estás viva (Guadalupe y Valentín, #2))
For example, the Chinese invented gunpowder. But for some reason these perennial warriors and kung-fu fighters weren’t savvy enough to use their invention as a weapon of war. The ancient Indians are widely credited with inventing the numerical system we currently use. But they certainly didn’t invent calculus like Newton and Leibniz did. Most uncomfortable for egalitarians and their ilk is that there are vast landmasses—sometimes entire continents—where the indigenous inhabitants have invented virtually nothing. Sub-Saharan Africans are not known for contributing much to rocket science, and black Americans are so underrepresented as inventors that everyone has heard a gorillion times about the mulatto who improved blood-storage methods and George Washington Carver’s wondrous dalliances with the magical peanut. The so-called “Native Americans” are credited with inventing the spinning top, which somehow proved incapable of defending them against the white man and his guns. And Australia’s aborigines? Well, let’s not talk about them, because they’d be embarrassed. Peruvians can take pride in developing the art of potato cultivation. And I’ve already covered the Mexicans and their nachos.
Jim Goad (Whiteness: The Original Sin)
A Redfang cobra tat peeks from his unbuttoned collar. I zero in on the spot as I reach for my gun. “Ten points if I hit a snake eye.” “A hundred points if you stop talking.” I shut up. Points can be exchanged for nachos.
Lola Rock (Pack Darling Part One (Pack Darling, #1))
I can literally taste the nutmeg silt from the bottom of a pumpkin spice latte on my tongue when her husband (CON) comes over with a towering plate of food for her (PRO) and coaxes her away from my table. I start to say “hey, do you like tweeting?” or some other useless shit, but she’s got that goddamn baby and this Jedi Knight is looming anxiously over us balancing a precarious platter of nachos, so I stammer out a “Nice talking to ya!” in my most nasal midwestern twang and go back to fucking around on my phone.
Samantha Irby (Wow, No Thank You.: Essays)
Yeah,” I admitted. “Not as good as Macho Nachos. I still owe you that date at the mall food court.” She laughed weakly. “I wish we could do that right now.” “Usually girls aren’t so eager to go out with me. Um…not that I’ve ever asked—” She leaned over and kissed me.
Rick Riordan (The Serpent's Shadow (Kane Chronicles, #3))
The restaurant choices were pretty overwhelming. Since we couldn’t decide, we got a little of everything: Chinese, Mexican (the Macho Nachos), pizza, and ice cream—the four basic food groups.
Rick Riordan (The Serpent's Shadow (Kane Chronicles, #3))
Ignore him. He thinks the Last Supper was nachos and Twinkies.
Richard Kadrey (King Bullet (Sandman Slim #12))
I eat nachos in bed, balancing my phone on my stomach, watching with dead eyes the accounts of tearful anguished white protestors sitting on sidewalks watering their pepper-sprayed eyes, not understanding how a cop would do this to them. It genuinely confuses them. Surely, they can’t all just be noticing now? You’re supposed to throw the rope down; not jump in with us, I think. I want them to take me to the safe and shiny world they were in until a few days ago, not for them to be beaten and abused in mine.
Ben Philippe (Sure, I'll Be Your Black Friend: Notes from the Other Side of the Fist Bump)
I know this / is our first date / and that’s a lot / to share over nachos, / but I’d ideally tell you everything about me, / preferably before dessert.
Andrea Gibson (Lord of the Butterflies)
a bookworm ho with a fading Mexican complexion. Young people of color are supposed to enjoy looting and eating trans fats, not sustained silent reading, but I found a way to reconcile my assigned stereotype with my passions. I microwaved nachos and ate them while reading Jackie Collins paperbacks I stole from my mother—trans fats, looting, and literature.
Myriam Gurba (Mean)
Where do pencils go for vacation? A: Pencil-vania . 10. Q: What did the mushroom say to the fungus? A: You're a fun guy [fungi]. . 11. Q: Why did the girl smear peanut butter on the road? A: To go with the traffic jam! . 11. Q: What do you call cheese that’s not yours? A: Nacho cheese! . 12. Q: Why are ghosts bad liars? A: Because you can see right through them. . 13. Q: Why did the boy bring a ladder to school? A: He wanted to go to high school.
Peter MacDonald (Best Joke Book for Kids : Best Funny Jokes and Knock Knock Jokes( 200+ Jokes))
Guacamole makes an excellent facial cream. It won’t reduce wrinkles, but I’d sure enjoy scraping it off your skin while you sleep, as I munch on nachos as quietly as I can.
Jarod Kintz (This Book is Not for Sale)
We can’t expect our gay friends to always be single, celibate, and arriving early with the nacho fixin’s. And we really need to let these people get married, already.
Tina Fey (Bossypants)
I quickly showered while daydreaming of nachos and then hit the city to find some.
H.J. Bellus (Cree (My Way, #1))
Samuel ha sido clave para que consiga la medalla. Él me había dicho, a falta de cinco kilómetros, que esprintase con el 12 y he metido el 11. Me he equivocado
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
I started by eating a large bag of Cheetos. The bright orange color would serve as a marker during the purge. It would be a map, almost, telling me how far I’d come and how much further I needed to go. When I saw orange vomit cascading from my mouth and flowing in chunks between the two rigid fingers jammed against my gag reflex, I’d know I’d passed 7-Eleven and then I’d make my way back to the restaurant and back through each course beginning with the corn chips, the enchiladas, and ending with the nachos.
Anonymous
Alonso decidía congelar su proyecto de equipo: “Lo hemos intentado hasta el final, pero ha sido realmente imposible tener un equipo ciclista en 2014. Mi pasión por este deporte, las ganas de colaborar y poner nuestro granito de arena permanecen intactas, con lo que esto solamente ha sido el comienzo del futuro. Desde mañana empezamos a trabajar en construir, si hiciera falta desde la nada, un equipo del que podamos sentirnos orgullosos… El ciclismo y sus aficionados se merecen lo mejor y ahora disponemos de tiempo para ello. No ha podido ser, ¡pero será! Esta aventura no ha hecho más que empezar. ¡Con ilusión a por el 2015!”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
La contrarreloj final decidiría el ganador definitivo de la carrera. El día presagiaba una bonita batalla con la lluvia de testigo. Pero a Purito pronto se le mojó la pólvora. Samuel, muy cómodo durante los 19 kilómetros de un recorrido que había explorado en marzo, le recortó tiempo desde el segundo sector. El trazado resultaba complicado: estrecho, con muchas curvas y rincones. Ideal para motoristas como Samuel a los que les gustan las emociones fuertes. Por eso no dejó en ningún momento de pisar el acelerador hasta que se vio entrando como líder en meta. Samuel había superado a portentosos especialistas como Tony Martin. Fue una victoria espléndida, de las que se sueñan durante años: “Nadie se podía imaginar las ganas que tenía de conseguir esta Vuelta. Ningún corredor del planeta podía tener ni la mitad de ganas. Fueron tantos años de tiros al poste… Pero, cuando las cosas cuestan, al final saben mejor.A los 34 años puedo seguir cumpliendo retos y este, después de ganar el oro de Pekín y subirme al podio del Tour, era uno de los que me faltaban. Estoy plenamente feliz”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
Un kleenex para Cándido Mientras Rebellin y Cancellara intentaban robarle la gloria a Samuel por el asfalto pekinés, Cándido Sánchez circulaba tranquilo con su coche por las carreteras asturianas. La dirección no era otra que Infiesto, el pueblo asturiano en el que el progenitor tiene una casa para descansar. Con las manos en el volante y los ojos centrados en la calzada, Cándido, nacido en Extremadura pero asturiano de corazón, deslizó sus dedos por el interruptor de la radio. Un narrador emocionado comentaba la prueba de ciclismo en ruta. “Pensaba que era la de chicas. Estaba convencido de que la de los hombres era al día siguiente. No sé qué me pasó por la cabeza para despistarme”, recuerda con gracia sobre su tremendo olvido: seguir la prueba de su hijo. El locutor, cada vez más entusiasmado, avisaba por las ondas que Samuel Sánchez andaba en el grupo de escapados. Cándido no pudo esperar más y dio un volantazo drástico que acabó en un pequeño bar situado en el Cogollo de la Pola. En la Cafetería Vaporetto, con prisas y nervios, papá Sánchez iba a vivir el momento más emocionante de su vida.Y de la de su hijo. Sin tiempo para pedir nada, Cándido se hizo dueño del bar. Con la televisión a tope, perdió los papeles dando golpes a la barra y a todo lo que encontraba a su paso. “Vamos Samu.Venga, dale más fuerte”, gritaba sin parar. Los ojos, según pudieron presenciar los sorprendidos clientes del local, parecían salirse de sus órbitas.Aquel desconocido exaltado se había vuelto definitivamente loco. La meta se acercaba y él se encontraba en un bar desconocido. Maldito despiste. Los clientes, sin saber todavía a ciencia cierta quién era, comenzaron a sospechar.Vale que fuera asturiano, pero nadie en su sano juicio viviría con semejante intensidad la carrera de un paisano. Cuando acabó la prueba, todos se dieron cuenta: aquel hombre era el padre del flamante oro español. “Un kleenex para este hombre”, se pudo escuchar. Las lágrimas se derramaban sin cesar por su rostro. Pura alegría. “Me emocioné como un niño. Creo que incluso más que mi propio hijo. Su imagen entrando en meta no la olvidaré jamás. Cuando le vi arrancar estaba seguro de que lo iba a conseguir”, evoca con las manos manchadas de grasa y sentado cerca de la barra de otro bar, pero este cercano al taller que regenta en Gijón. Después, mientras se dirigía a Infiesto, preparó una gorda en la carretera nacional: “Iba escuchando la ceremonia de entrega de las medallas por la radio y estaba tan centrado, que iba casi parado. Organicé una caravana de veinte coches detrás de mí”. Mientras se secaba las lágrimas, su móvil recibió una llamada muy especial: “¿Qué tal me viste, papá?”. Era su hijo, de cuyo cuello colgaba una presea color oro. Cándido casi no pudo ni contestar. Estaba roto por la emoción. “Al final le llegaba la recompensa. No es porque sea su padre, pero llevaba muchos años mereciendo un triunfo de esas características. La suerte y la justicia se pusieron esta vez de su lado porque en muchas ocasiones le habían esquivado”. Aquella mañana de agosto, Cándido pasó, en apenas unos instantes, de la tranquilidad vacacional al adrenalítico estado de uno de los mejores días de su vida: “Probablemente no habrá otro igual”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
A su regreso, al día siguiente, Samuel fue recibido como un auténtico héroe en Oviedo, ciudad que en 2009 le nombraría Hijo Predilecto y que le recordará para siempre gracias a la estatua creada en su homenaje en la antigua calle Teniente Coronel Tejeiro, que actualmente se llama Samuel Sánchez.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
Samuel sabía que ahora le llegaba el momento de la verdad: “Siendo juvenil corrí la Vuelta a Vizcaya, donde los Madariaga me propusieron pasar a aficionado. Para mí han sido tres años muy buenos. He tenido la suerte de encontrarme con Rubén y Julián Gorospe, que han confiado en mí. Intentaré no defraudarles y dejarme la piel en la carretera. Ahora llega lo complicado”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
El primer dorsal como profesional se lo colgó Samuel Sánchez el 6 de febrero del 2000 en Palma de Mallorca.Tenía 22 años. El asturiano relató de su puño y letra la experiencia en una columna, aquí, resumida, publicada el día siguiente en La Voz de Asturias: 'El sueño de cualquier niño ya es realidad' La nueva temporada ciclista ha echado a andar y me piden unas líneas a través de las que expresar las sensaciones vividas en mi primera experiencia como un integrante más del pelotón profesional. Desde aquí, en el descanso del trepidante primer día de carrera, lo primero que se me ocurre decir es que ahora sí me creo que formo parte de esta gran familia. Ello no significa que antes no lo tuviera claro. Para eso se firmaron unos compromisos con mi equipo, el Euskaltel- Euskadi. Me veía con la ropa –por cierto, de un llamativo y bonito color naranja–, entrenándome a tope al lado de los otros profesionales asturianos, pero me faltaba algo. Era la competición. El primer contacto ya ha llegado y empiezo a convencerme del lugar en el que me encuentro. Las ilusiones y las ganas por hacerlo bien en esta temporada de estreno son aún mayores, si cabe, que las que tenía el día que me confirmaron el paso a la máxima categoría. El sueño de cualquier niño que empieza a correr en bicicleta ya es una realidad en mi vida. El pelotón profesional es otro mundo. Me ha dejado impresionado el montaje de alrededor".
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
Su madre había muerto y nosotros fuimos su mejor vía de escape. Prefería estar sorteando olas del mar a permanecer en el tanatorio.Tengo la imagen de verlo entero, nada roto. Pero con él ya se sabe: la procesión va por dentro”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
Just about every kid in America wished they could be Kyle Keeley. Especially when he zoomed across their TV screens as a flaming squirrel in a holiday commercial for Squirrel Squad Six, the hysterically crazy new Lemoncello video game. Kyle’s friends Akimi Hughes and Sierra Russell were also in that commercial. They thumbed controllers and tried to blast Kyle out of the sky. He dodged every rubber band, coconut custard pie, mud clod, and wadded-up sock ball they flung his way. It was awesome. In the commercial for Mr. Lemoncello’s See Ya, Wouldn’t Want to Be Ya board game, Kyle starred as the yellow pawn. His head became the bubble tip at the top of the playing piece. Kyle’s buddy Miguel Fernandez was the green pawn. Kyle and Miguel slid around the life-size game like hockey pucks. When Miguel landed on the same square as Kyle, that meant Kyle’s pawn had to be bumped back to the starting line. “See ya!” shouted Miguel. “Wouldn’t want to be ya!” Kyle was yanked up off the ground by a hidden cable and hurled backward, soaring above the board. It was also awesome. But Kyle’s absolute favorite starring role was in the commercial for Mr. Lemoncello’s You Seriously Can’t Say That game, where the object was to get your teammates to guess the word on your card without using any of the forbidden words listed on the same card. Akimi, Sierra, Miguel, and the perpetually perky Haley Daley sat on a circular couch and played the guessers. Kyle stood in front of them as the clue giver. “Salsa,” said Kyle. “Nachos!” said Akimi. A buzzer sounded. Akimi’s guess was wrong. Kyle tried again. “Horseradish sauce!” “Something nobody ever eats,” said Haley. Another buzzer. Kyle goofed up and said one of the forbidden words: “Ketchup!
Chris Grabenstein (Mr. Lemoncello's Library Olympics (Mr. Lemoncello's Library, #2))
Just about every kid in America wished they could be Kyle Keeley. Especially when he zoomed across their TV screens as a flaming squirrel in a holiday commercial for Squirrel Squad Six, the hysterically crazy new Lemoncello video game. Kyle’s friends Akimi Hughes and Sierra Russell were also in that commercial. They thumbed controllers and tried to blast Kyle out of the sky. He dodged every rubber band, coconut custard pie, mud clod, and wadded-up sock ball they flung his way. It was awesome. In the commercial for Mr. Lemoncello’s See Ya, Wouldn’t Want to Be Ya board game, Kyle starred as the yellow pawn. His head became the bubble tip at the top of the playing piece. Kyle’s buddy Miguel Fernandez was the green pawn. Kyle and Miguel slid around the life-size game like hockey pucks. When Miguel landed on the same square as Kyle, that meant Kyle’s pawn had to be bumped back to the starting line. “See ya!” shouted Miguel. “Wouldn’t want to be ya!” Kyle was yanked up off the ground by a hidden cable and hurled backward, soaring above the board. It was also awesome. But Kyle’s absolute favorite starring role was in the commercial for Mr. Lemoncello’s You Seriously Can’t Say That game, where the object was to get your teammates to guess the word on your card without using any of the forbidden words listed on the same card. Akimi, Sierra, Miguel, and the perpetually perky Haley Daley sat on a circular couch and played the guessers. Kyle stood in front of them as the clue giver. “Salsa,” said Kyle. “Nachos!” said Akimi. A buzzer sounded. Akimi’s guess was wrong. Kyle tried again. “Horseradish sauce!” “Something nobody ever eats,” said Haley. Another buzzer. Kyle goofed up and said one of the forbidden words: “Ketchup!” SPLAT! Fifty gallons of syrupy, goopy tomato sauce slimed him from above. It oozed down his face and dribbled off his ears. Everybody laughed. So Kyle, who loved being the class clown almost as much as he loved playing (and winning) Mr. Lemoncello’s wacky games, went ahead and read the whole list of banned words as quickly as he could. “Mustard-mayonnaise-pickle-relish.” SQUOOSH! He was drenched by buckets of yellow glop, white sludge, and chunky green gunk. The slop slid along his sleeves, trickled into his pants, and puddled on the floor. His four friends busted a gut laughing at Kyle, who was soaked in more “condiments” (the word on his card) than a mile-
Chris Grabenstein (Mr. Lemoncello's Library Olympics (Mr. Lemoncello's Library, #2))
The scents of beer, nachos, and bowling ball wax meld into this one smell that, if it were a perfume, would be called Eau de Gutterball.
Leah Rae Miller (The Summer I Became a Nerd (Nerd, #1))
Kumwamini Mwenyezi Mungu wakati wa raha ni rahisi kuliko kumwamini Mwenyezi Mungu wakati wa shida, na utahitaji imani kuendelea kumwamini wakati wa dhiki. Vipindi vigumu katika maisha yetu hutokea kwa kila mmoja wetu. Kuamini ya kwamba Mungu ana makusudi ya lazima kukuondolea vikwazo katika maisha yako ni vigumu sana wakati mwingine, lakini imani ndicho kitu cha muhimu zaidi unachotakiwa kuwa nacho katika kipindi hiki ambacho dunia imekata tamaa. Amani ya Mungu, ambayo huzidi hekima na maarifa yote ya kibinadamu, ni kuliamini neno la Mungu kwamba ni la kweli. Bila imani hutaweza kumfurahisha Mungu. Imani ni ufunguo wa nguvu, uwezo na neema ambavyo Mungu ametupangia. Kwa ufupi, Mungu ni mkubwa kuliko wewe na matatizo yako.
Enock Maregesi
Komando hata akiwa na kizibo cha bia usimruhusu awe nacho. Anaweza kukutoa shingo.
Enock Maregesi
Every time the satyrs had spotted a fast food joint that they recognized from a commercial, they had hollered for a meal break. Vanessa had not always conceded, but whenever an opportunity was presented, Newel and Doren had inexhaustibly consumed milkshakes, burgers, sandwiches, tacos, nachos, pretzels, nuts, beef jerky, trail mix, soda, doughnuts, candy bars, cookies, crackers, and aerosol cheese. Of the fifty most impressive belches Seth had witnessed in his life, all had occurred on this road trip. “I
Brandon Mull (Fablehaven: The Complete Series (Fablehaven, #1-5))
I don't know how long I spent wandering about the supermarket creating meals in my mind. Hot roast chicken and mayonnaise sandwiches. Pizzas on crispy bases. Big, heaving bowls of spaghetti Bolognese. Crunchy, cheesy nachos with sour cream. I did a full circle and ended back in the fruit and veg section. Next to the peaches were boxes filled with tomatoes still clinging to their vines. The ripe tomato smell was almost sexual. It filled my nostrils as I lifted the box. There were some slightly rotten ones near the bottom of the box, but the rest were just perfect, thick with the perfume of their green vines, fat and red.
Hannah Tunnicliffe (The Color of Tea)
Aquel junio de 1991 Orbaiz Picos se ofreció al cartel de Cali para traer 2000 kilos de cocaína. Lo hizo a través de Alfredo Bea Gondar, alcalde de O Grove por AP en 1983 y 1991 (este último año ganó con mayoría absoluta, después de haber sido acusado de narcotráfico, aunque duró dos días en el cargo),
Nacho Carretero (Fariña)
Kipaji cha mtu huwezi kushindana nacho. Ukijaribu kushindana nacho unajaribu kushindana na kitu kilichoshindikana.
Enock Maregesi
nachos
Sherry Hartzler (Chasing Joe)
I felt bad about being part of a species that killed endangered salamanders with Nacho-flavored Doritos, but I wasn’t sure what to say.
Rick Riordan (Demigods of Olympus: An Interactive Adventure)
The best things in life begin with N. Netflix, Nachos, and No.” Just Say No
Amanda Ashby (What Were You Thinking, Paige Taylor? (Belles of St. Clair #1))
But I forgot you were a vegetarian,” Nick repeated to me. “I offered you nachos exactly like that in seventh grade, at this very table. You said you were a vegetarian and I nearly died of embarrassment for offering you meat.” “And meat products,” Gavin couldn’t help chiming in. But after Gavin’s comment, conversation stopped, and everyone stared at Nick. Nick? Dying of embarrassment? He must have realized he’d blown his suave cover, because his face turned bright red. Nick? Turning red? “Excuse me,” I said, sliding off the bench. “I’m going to the ladies’ room.” I was a peeless goddess no longer. That was so seventh grade. Now I was in eleventh grade and I peed. Though of course I didn’t need to at the moment. I needed to confer with my girlfriends. “Me, too!” Chloe and Liz both said. The boys stood to let them out. Gavin and Davis grumbled about girls always having to go to the bathroom together. Nick never took his eyes off me. He knew my need to pee was a total put-on.
Jennifer Echols (The Ex Games)
Despite the chaos, our family had a solid routine. Weekends were spent at the cabin where we enjoyed the quiet. A few times a week, Raven and Lark trained at Big Bob’s. My kids and I cawed for mommy during games. Once a week, we dropped by Cooper’s new house to add to his chaos. At least twice a week, we lived at the bowling alley. All the kids loved the game and River was quite talented like his pop. Our youngest Nevaeh even enjoyed bowling before she was born. Every time we were at the alley, the baby would kick the hell out of Raven. My woman responded by eating nachos. While I never understood the plan behind dosing our unborn kid with cheese, who was I to question her tactics?
Bijou Hunter (Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged, #4))
—Han asesinado al padre Ellacuría, al padre Segundo Montes, a Nacho Martín-Baró, a Amando López, a Joaquín López y López, al padre Juan Ramón Moreno… —¿Pero tú estás bien? —insistió la voz de Roma.
Jorge Galán (Noviembre)
Q: What do you call cheese that doesn’t belong to you? A: Nacho cheese.
Alex Watts (World's Best Food Jokes)
¡Pá los amigos la mano, pá los otros el cuchillo!
Nacho Docavo (Murió por los pelos)
If Minecraft had a Mexican version, what would be added? A: Notch-os! (nachos)
Steve Kid (Minecraft: Diary Of A Minecraft Joker: An Unofficial Minecraft Novel (Minecraft, Minecraft Books, Minecraft Games, Minecraft Comics, Minecraft Free Books, Minecraft Novels))
She looked out over the class and placed her books down on the podium at the front of the room.  “I am afraid that Professor Logan will not be able to teach this course.  I regret to inform you that he has come down with a severe case of being dead.”  She readjusted her glasses.  “According to police, he committed suicide by,” she glanced down at the report in her hand, “drowning himself in a tub of nacho cheese in the campus cafeteria.” “Tragic.”  Poacher said sadly and ate another one of his nachos.  “That poor man.
Elizabeth Gannon (Electrical Hazard (Consortium of Chaos, #4))
It’s none of your business what I’m aware of.
Laurence Shames (Nacho Unleashed (Key West Capers Book 14))
He brought greasy sacks from Brothers Tacos, splitting the aluminum evenly across the carpet—but Poke wasn’t a fool. He’d seen the other boys eyeing him. He knew he’d have to contribute. He just wanted to know the stakes. Luckily for Poke, everyone had an answer for him. Before Rod, Nacho’d been another orphan junkie working the Latin bars on Washington. He’d lived in Humble with his aunt and some pocho from El Paso, until they caught him with the poppers. Then he needed a new situation. He hustled day to day before Rod cut him off at South Beach, snagging Nacho from the lap of some whiteboy by the door.
Bryan Washington (Lot)
Se movía tanto dinero que no daba tiempo a contarlo, y contrabandistas hablaban de cantidades de dinero usando el peso de los fajos: "Te envío tres kilos; me debes 300 gramos...".
Nacho Carretero (Fariña)
The ride home is pretty quiet, except for me munching my nachos and Star’s occasional coughing and whimpering that her mouth is on fire. The waiter put my nachos in a takeaway
Bill Campbell (Meet Maddi - Ooops! (Diary of an Almost Cool Girl #1))
I call this the Fortress Fallacy, because it’s as if we imagine that we will build a giant fortress when we’ve never laid a single brick in our lives. We want to open a Michelin-star restaurant, but we still haven’t gone past microwave nachos. We want to write a novel, but we’ve never written anything longer than a quick email. We want to direct a feature film, but we’ve never tried anything beyond posting a video of our cat on Facebook. As a result, one of two things happens: Either we do nothing more than fantasize, and never start, or we do start, but we lead ourselves into burnout. When we fantasize about the fortress in our mind, we can actually get pleasure out of it. This becomes a source of procrastination. If we believe we’re going to make a grand masterpiece, we can justify not starting. Our egos will fool us into thinking that we need to do more research, or that we just need to carve out a few months of free time to rent a cabin in the woods. Meanwhile, we live inside the dangerous joy of our daydreams.
David Kadavy (The Heart To Start: Stop Procrastinating & Start Creating)
I call this the Fortress Fallacy, because it’s as if we imagine that we will build a giant fortress when we’ve never laid a single brick in our lives. We want to open a Michelin-star restaurant, but we still haven’t gone past microwave nachos. We want to write a novel, but we’ve never written anything longer than a quick email.
David Kadavy (The Heart To Start: Stop Procrastinating & Start Creating)
High school hockey games in Bethel, Maine, drew the same kind of crowds high school football did in Midwestern communities. There were girls standing in the lobby, fixing their lipstick in the reflection of the plate-glass windows, and toddlers weaving through the denim forest of grown-up legs. The grizzled man who sold hot dogs and nachos and Swiss Miss cocoa had taken up residence behind the kitchenette and was singing Motown as he ladled sauerkraut into a bun.
Jodi Picoult (The Tenth Circle)
Abro la puerta del patio. No llueve. Bien. Pero nada más salir, mi pie izquierdo pisa la mierda del perro. ¡Joder! ¡Vaya tela!
Nacho Coller (Una tortuga, una liebre y un mosquito. Psicología para ir tirando)
It occurred to Norris at that moment that Hairy Armpits probably would never give this moment a second thought, whereas, for Norris, it was already congealing into something rock-hard in his chest. It would definitely be one of those repressed high school wounds that only decades of living on a yacht made of nachos would someday come close to healing.
Ben Philippe (The Field Guide to the North American Teenager)
Read some Books!
Nacho LIbre
They hadn't had a real meal together in years. Those late, boozy nights with sloppy cheeseburgers and too many appetizers were long gone. No longer would they get pasta and wine by the bottle, telling their Sicilian server not to judge them for how much cheese they wanted ground over their gnocchi and carbonara. They would drink beer and share those plasticky nachos and watch awful bands cover extremely good bands. Their indulgence might kill them one day, but wasn't it worth it? That had been her opinion. She'd never really considered what would happen once the indulgence was gone. Margo, luckily, was always up for whatever challenge made her days more interesting. She was constantly trying to make dupes for whatever she- or he- was really in the mood for. Egg white huevos rancheros, turkey meat loaf, chicken chili, and on one disastrous Thanksgiving, Tofurkey. Nutritional yeast weakly filled the big shoes of good Parmesan. Lettuce did the minimum to live up to the utility purpose of a tortilla while textured vegetable protein tried pitifully to be taco meat.
Beth Harbison (The Cookbook Club: A Novel of Food and Friendship)
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Divyansh Gupta (Diary of a Human Hero : Book 4)
... like blood moving to a frozen extremity, my return to human interaction wasn’t without discomfort. I felt unbearably awkward, relying heavily on him to show me what he liked, to tell me what to do to please him. I knew I wanted to go from being passive to actively pleasing him, to giving instead of just taking. I had a moment of real respect for the ease of being thrown against a wall and fucked hard.
Z.A. Maxfield (St. Nacho's (St. Nacho's, #1))
Samuel se quedaba con el regusto amargo del segundo puesto: “Como me temía, se me ha atragantado el final. Sabía que esta carrera la iba a ganar quien calculara mejor la distancia, y ha sido Valverde. Yo me he precipitado un poco”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
So essentially you can cut out 80% of the stuff you’re doing, sit on the couch eating nachos instead and you’ll still get most of the result you’re getting. If you don’t want to sit on the couch chowing down on nachos 80% of the time, then doing more of the 20% stuff is your fast track to success. And in this context success = more money with less work.
Allan Dib (The 1-Page Marketing Plan: Get New Customers, Make More Money, And Stand out From The Crowd)
SAMUEL, el ciclista de oro Nacho Labarga
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
Madariaga nos reunió a los padres. Nos dijo: ‘Estos jóvenes son ya hombres y no os necesitan en las carreras. No vengáis, porque los haréis peores’.Tenía razón”.
Nacho Labarga (Samuel, el ciclista de oro.)
They said they were never going to let Eleanor walk alone to lunch again, Macho Nachos be damned. “Those skanks need to know you have friends,” DeNice said. “Mmm-hmm,” Beebi agreed.
Rainbow Rowell (The Rainbow Rowell Collection: Eleanor & Park, Fangirl, Landline, and Carry On)
We have to do something," Rachel said. "Yeah, let's rush right down there," Marco said. "Then it can be us screaming." I realized I had lost my appetite for nachos. "Marco, you can't just ignore what's going on," Rachel said. "Sure I can," he said. "All I have to do is remind myself that hey, guess what? i don't want to die." -Animorphs #1, The Invasion page 65
K.A. Applegate
Lakini ukweli ni upi? Ukweli ni kwamba utajiri una changamoto nyingi kuupata na kuudumisha pia kuliko usomi na kwamba ukweli ni amani ya Mungu katika moyo wa mwanadamu. Heri msomi kuliko tajiri – Heri yule aliyesoma kuliko tajiri asiyesoma au yule aliyesoma kuliko vile alivyosoma tajiri au tajiri asiyesoma au aliyesoma lakini asiyekuwa na tamaa kabisa na dunia hii ambaye kukosa kwake tamaa na dunia hii kunamfanya msomi. Ndivyo Kristo anavyomaanisha. Si kwamba tajiri hawezi kuuona ufalme wa mbinguni. Ibrahimu, Isaka, Yakobo, Yusufu, Daudi, Sulemani, Yehoshafati, Hezekia, Zakayo, Yoana, Susana, na Lidia watauona ufalme wa mbinguni na walikuwa matajiri. Mali zao zilivyozidi hawakuangalia moyoni, hawakuwa na tamaa kabisa na dunia hii, bali walimtumaini Mungu kwa kila kitu walichokuwa nacho. Anaweza. Lakini asiipende dunia bali ayapende mambo ya ufalme wa Mungu kwa moyo wake wote.
Enock Maregesi
The young waitress appeared with nachos piled so high it looked like she was carrying a small child. She dropped it on the table and said, “Can I get you guys anything else?” They both declined. She spun and left them alone. Wendy leaned across the table. “Who
Harlan Coben (Caught)
Question: What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Answer: Nacho cheese!   Question:
Michelle Zimmerman (300 Laugh Out Loud Jokes for Kids)
Menos mal que yo no creo en la violencia, porque si no os mataba a todos
Nacho Carretero (Fariña)
There had been vague threats and seductive hands and nachos and beer, but Oscar hadn't noticed an offer, per se.
Steve Himmer (Fram)
—Hay veces, querida —intervino Candela cuando la mesa volvió a estar recompuesta—, que no se puede dejar de amar, te hagan el daño que te hagan, te amen en la sombra o gritándolo al mundo, incluso te amen o no. El amor a menudo no tiene dos direcciones. Otras veces tiene tantas direcciones que es complicado ubicarlo. Pero sin él no sabemos vivir. Ese es el patrimonio más grande que tenemos.
Nacho Montes (Zapatos rojos para saltar en los charcos (Ficción))
La felicidad no era casarse joven con un hombre elegante y guapo. Ni era tener una casa inmensa llena de habitaciones que pocas veces se utilizaban. Ni siquiera era saber que durante toda la vida no tendría que hacer nada salvo vivir, porque el destino le había regalado una familia portentosa y acaudalada. La felicidad, de repente, era saber que en el fondo de un jardín un humilde hombre la dibujaba en silencio. Era beber a morro de una botella tras un baño desnuda en un jardín sombreado. Era dormitar bajo el lilo buceando en las vidas de otros a través de un libro. Era saber que el amor no se captura en una pomposa invitación nupcial, sino en los besos robados en la adolescencia tras un seto de lavandas. Eran todas esas cosas cotidianas y dulces que hacían que la vida siempre pareciese sencilla.
Nacho Montes (Zapatos rojos para saltar en los charcos (Ficción))
Wait. It's cool! Betty shares her nachos. What a non-bogus babe Betty is.
Lisa Pliscou (Dude: Fun with Dude and Betty)
Q: What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? A: Nacho cheese.
Scott McNeely (Ultimate Book of Jokes: The Essential Collection of More Than 1,500 Jokes)
—Cuando te clavan un puñal no dejamos nunca de sentir los perfiles de la herida, por mucho que haya cicatrizado —reflexionó Candela en voz alta.
Nacho Montes (Zapatos rojos para saltar en los charcos (Ficción))
El amor es a menudo una herida abierta que únicamente deja de doler cuando asumimos que nos sangra y seguimos caminando sin estancarnos en ella.
Nacho Montes (Zapatos rojos para saltar en los charcos (Ficción))
faithful
Stan Kirby (Captain Awesome vs. Nacho Cheese Man)
that
Stan Kirby (Captain Awesome vs. Nacho Cheese Man)
Kuna tofauti kati ya haki na utawala wa mabavu. Haki ni jambo ambalo mtu anastahili au kitu anachostahiki kuwa nacho. Utawala wa mabavu ni utawala wa kidikteta. Ukitenda haki lazima kuna watu watafaidi. Lazima kuna watu wataumia. Fidel Castro alikuwa kiongozi msahili. Alikuwa kiongozi aliyewezesha kutendeka kwa mambo. Kwa sababu hiyo, wachache walimpenda, wengi walimchukia. Lakini ili ufanye mazuri lazima upambane na mabaya. Shetani mwenyewe hatakuruhusu ufanye mazuri bila kukuletea mabaya.
Enock Maregesi
shhh me!” Harper said, and then she yelled, “Oh, are you afraid your girlfriend Alison might hear us?” “Omg…” Dante, completely embarrassed, walked off quickly by himself. “Heeeeey! Where are you going in a such a hurry?” Harper yelled after PigMaster. “Did he find the taco carriage?” I said as I perked up. “No, I don’t think so, but come on, we have to go after him.” “Tsk… where is that darn thing?” I said. We followed after Dante and rounded a corner. Right when we turned the corner, we ran into a huge line in front of a small carriage. “Ah, here it is!” Dante said as he turned around. “How did you find it?” Harper asked. “I used my nose.” “Oh, I thought you went looking for your girlfriend or something.” Dante rolled his eyes. “Mmm… it smells delicious,” I said as I got closer to the carriage. “It tastes even more delicious. Come on, let’s get in line,” said Dante. “But the line… it is soooo long…” “Don’t worry, it moves quickly.” “Alright…” I said reluctantly. So, the three of us got in line, and Dante told me about the new gladiator. “Aaron the warrior upgraded to a gladiator,” said Dante. “Oh, wow, cool,” I said. “And you don’t remember the others, huh?” “Nope, there were too many to remember.” “Hm… I may need to visit all the captains to get an update on the other new upgrades, then.” “Are you trying to keep track of all of our tier 1s?” asked Harper. “Yeah, it’s good information to know.” We waited in line for about ten minutes until we reached the front. “I’ll order for us, okay?” said Dante. “Sure, since you’ve been here before, you probably know what’s good,” I said. PigMaster nodded and placed his order. “Hi, can I please get five chicken tacos, three beef super tacos, one beef burrito, two chicken super burritos, and one order of nachos?” “Holy moly! Are you trying to feed the whole city, Dante?” said Harper. Dante laughed. “Wait till you try it. Then you’ll understand.
Steve the Noob (Diary of Steve the Noob 34)
If you are under thirty, you probably don’t even realize there was a time when people didn’t have nachos. We just stood around eating crackers.
Tina Fey (Bossypants)
Star announces that she needs to go to the bathroom and I see my chance. As the waiter goes past I ask if I can I swap my chilli sauce for extra hot chilli sauce. I think he feels sorry for me and rushes off to change the sauce bottles. I quickly swap it with the bottle next to Star’s plate.   Star returns and grabs the extra hot sauce bottle and dumps the whole lot over her nachos. She must be hungry, as she quickly scoffs two large mouthfuls of food into her mouth. Suddenly her eyes widen and she starts to cough. I guess that the extra hot chilli sauce is starting to take effect. While she is distracted I hand her the second bottle of chilli sauce, she thinks it is her soft drink and takes a large gulp. Her eyes bulge like some type of wild cartoon character and she explodes. A mouthful of sauce and nachos flies across the table. A bit hits Mom, but most of it splashes onto Demi. Needless to say, after that, lunch is over.   The
Bill Campbell (Meet Maddi - Ooops! (Diary of an Almost Cool Girl #1))
Excuse me, but if you have time to work here—in between flirting and getting directions to parties—there's a fly in my nachos," Mr. Warner said. "Enjoy it!" I said to Mr. Warner. "It's on the house.
Rachel Hawthorne (Island Girls (and Boys))
On the trip to lunch, Mom and Demi chatted constantly, while Star and I sat in the back seat – in total silence! In the restaurant, things continued much the same, until in a moment of unexpected meanness, Star tips her glass of juice into my lap. I squeal as the cold liquid hits my thighs. Finally Mom and Demi stop talking. They both grab some napkins and start to try and soak up the mess. The waiter comes over too and helps clean up the juice. He even replaces Star’s drink. Star keeps saying that she is sorry. I know she doesn’t mean it. Mom says, “Don’t worry dear, accidents happen.” Star gives me her best fake smile and winks at me. I feel like tipping my juice over Star’s head but show some restraint and decide to wait for a better chance for revenge. The meals arrive, Star and I both have nachos with little side dishes of sour cream and chilli sauce. The chilli sauce is in a bottle that looks like a soda bottle. Star announces that she needs to go to the bathroom and I see my chance. As the waiter goes past I ask if I can I swap my chilli sauce for extra hot chilli sauce. I think he feels sorry for me and rushes off to change the sauce bottles. I quickly swap it with the bottle next to Star’s plate. Star returns and grabs the extra hot sauce bottle and dumps the whole lot over her nachos. She must be hungry, as she quickly scoffs two large mouthfuls of food into her mouth. Suddenly her eyes widen and she starts to cough. I guess that the extra hot chilli sauce is starting to take effect. While she is distracted I hand her the second bottle of chilli sauce, she thinks it is her soft drink and takes a large gulp. Her eyes bulge like some type of wild cartoon character and she explodes. A mouthful of sauce and nachos flies across the table. A bit hits Mom, but most of it splashes onto Demi. Needless to say, after that, lunch is over. The ride home is pretty quiet, except for me munching my nachos and Star’s occasional coughing and whimpering that her mouth is on fire. The waiter put my nachos in a take-away container and with a wink said, “Careful with that sauce.” Demi and Star head off in their car as soon as we got home. Mom gave me a stern look and asked if I had anything to do with what happened at lunch. I just smiled and replied, “I think those nachos had a dash of karma.
Bill Campbell (Meet Maddi - Ooops! (Diary of an Almost Cool Girl #1))
On the bright side, I have figured out how to fix the American educational system. End it at sixth grade.” “Brilliant. Then what?” “Lock them up in empty factories, give them all the Red Bull, condoms, and nachos they want, pipe in club music, and check back when they’re twenty-five. Anyone still alive, we send to grad school.” Wade pushed his glass forward. “How’s that for a campaign platform?
Jess Walter (We Live in Water)
but English nachos are very bad. Do not eat English nachos. I swear to God I’ve seen them put baked beans on them. Fish and chips, however, are very good. That’s not a stereotype. That’s fact. And that’s what we are getting.
Maureen Johnson (Nine Liars (Truly Devious, #5))
The hospice fridge is filled with cream: ice cream, sour cream, heavy cream, cans and cans of whipped cream. There’s definitely a now or never feeling about food around here, and it makes you wonder what you think you might be waiting for in your own life. I mean, crusty, gooey mac and cheese? Thickly frosted éclairs? Velveeta melted over a plate of potato chips—what the nurses call the house nachos? Eat your kale and blueberries and whatever else, but go ahead. Have some of the good stuff now too. We
Catherine Newman (We All Want Impossible Things)