Nacho Cheese Joke Novels & Stories

Lyra sipped hers. Big mistake. Her face contorted like she’d just licked a lemon made of lava. “Why would anyone willingly drink that?” she gasped. “Because,” I said, grinning, “it makes everything seem funnier. Watch.” At that exact moment, a man tripped over a bar stool and fell face-first into someone’s nachos. Lyra giggled. The sound was music. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Comes with the territory.” ---

Noah scrunched up his nose, "I am not going to kiss or do other stuff with a crocodile!" I gave him an unimpressed look, trying hard to stifle my laughter. "And, yet you say that the fork is your true mate. Are you ready to do said 'stuff' with the fork." Half of the people dissolved in laughter, while the other half were left confused. I am sure they didn't get our inside joke. After that, there were some more mind-boggling questions like, "Noah, will you please leave Chloe, and marry me instead, please, please, please?"

This was way above our league. We ordered, and while we waited, he kept the jokes coming, each one dumber than the last. “What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?” he asked, his grin wide. I rolled my eyes. “Nacho cheese. Come on, Liam, I’m mourning, not a five-year-old.” “Right, right. My apologies, ma’am. I’ll stick to the sophisticated ones. What did one plate say to the other?” “I have no idea,” I said, rolling my eyes.

I mouth off to them, and they made up what I was saying. “I’m a Pumpernickel fart. Now that’s rude,” Gio chuckles. “She’s saying you love goat cheese,” Justine giggles. “No, Lola’s saying she wants to make goat cheese and cause us to have pumpernickel farts,” Markum finishes. I forgot what I was trying to say, as laughter is the best medicine, even if it hurts now. My silent giggle is cute, helping me forget my worries. Seeing their happy faces adds to my healing, making me feel grateful to have them.

“How ever will I find out that information?” Jace smiled. “It's Cool Ranch.” “I'm so glad to know,” Ella said. “I would have guessed Nacho Cheese and that would have been terrible.” “A disaster of epic proportions,” Jace agreed. “Nacho Cheese is a close second, but if you had guessed Salsa Verde, I'm not sure we could be friends.” “I'll have Allison return the box tomorrow,” Ella assured him. He laughed, filling the night with the warm sound. If Ella's heart had been racing before, it was out of control now. That laugh was amazing.

he asked, every ounce of smile wiped from his face. I shook my head in denial and sat on the chair opposite him before picking up the glass of water. I drank the entire content and stared anywhere else but at him. There was silence; no one uttered a word. But he didn’t look away; he was still staring at me and didn’t even try to look away. “You are so pretty,” he muttered, and I bit my lip. “You are a good liar,” I replied, and he chuckled. “I have a friend, Nacho,” he started, and this caused me to raise a brow. Why was he telling me about his friend?

Habang kumakain, panay ang hirit ni Nathan ng jokes. "Alam mo ba kung anong sabi ng donut sa kape?" Napatingin si Thalia sa kanya. "Ano?" "Hindi kita kayang ‘espresso’ kung gaano kita ka-gusto." Napangiwi si Thalia. "Kadiri, Nathan! Ang corny!" Pero natawa pa rin siya.

I barely notice how firm they are, too amazed at his confession. I stare at him long enough that he chuckles nervously, probably wondering what my problem is. Scratch that. He’s definitely wondering what’s wrong with me. My eyes have adjusted to the dark long enough that I can just see his little half smile. The lights shining up from the outside of the ship add just enough of a glow that I can see the contour of his cheekbones. It’s just enough to distract me a little but I push back to the subject at hand. “You’ve never… had… a chimichanga?” I finally get my voice to work. “Deadpool? Chimichangas? Fried burritos smothered in cheese and sauces? It’s a travesty I tell you!” I declare firmly.

“Ouch, my heart… But lucky for me, my heart’s like espresso. Dark, bitter… but addictive.” “More like expired espresso. Smells bad and makes you nauseous.” Nico, sorting coins at the cashier, nearly dropped them as he tried to stifle his laughter. ***

There were plenty of locals swarming the place all I could hear was a mesh of different dialects. “All this walking has me starved.” I heard Edward groan from my side, dramatically lowering his gait. I licked my lips, mirroring his stance. For one it has been way too long since my last proper meal which was a coffee. So technically not a meal. My eyes fell on the nachos stall, zoning in on the cheese fountain. “Should we get some nachos?” Saliva flooded my mouth as I watched the guy behind the counter pour a dollop of gooey white cheese into the takeout basket.