Nacho Cheese Joke Novels & Stories

River says enthusiastically when we reach the door. "With lots of jalapenos?" Mel asks with a laugh. "Of course! That is the only way to eat them!" She exclaims. As she talks about the nachos, my stomach growls loudly for everyone to hear. They turn and look at me before they all burst out laughing. I cannot help but join them in their laughter as I realize this is the first time I have felt like me in a long time. Even if I am stuck in a chair. "I take it that you are having the nachos as well?" Lyall asks.

Noah's voice pulled me back to reality. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something." "I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, especially with everything going on at home," he said with concern. "Honestly, when I heard about your situation, I really wanted to help you. We've been classmates for so many years, after all." I looked at his "sincere" expression and sneered inwardly. Noah lowered his voice. "I know a quick way to make money. It's nothing illegal. Just a little risky."

"Alright, alright. Months in and you're still this clingy?" Her friends didn't even flinch. Totally numb to it. I just stood there, watching, heart freezing over. So yeah—everyone knew. Everyone but me. Eugene smiled at the teasing, soaking it up. Like the scene wasn't messy enough, people started tossing out questions—when was the last time they'd hooked up? Vanessa dropped her head, all shy. Eugene? He looked smug as hell. "Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom."

He put the cream cheese in with the jalapeno bits and mixed them into the soft cheese. "You are making jalapeno poppers!" she accused as she pointed at it. "Or maybe a spicy cheese ball?" she second-guessed herself. "Are those your guesses?" Nakuni questioned. "If you choose to take this deal. You get three. You already used one up with the first guess, which you repeated. I question you again, are you sure about this?" "What could you possibly ask for that's so dangerous?" she demanded with a chuckle. "A kiss," Nakuni responded. "If it's in the vein of a losing bet, I will not see it as cheating on my employer."

he poked me on the shoulder while I was lost looking at my Romeo and Juliet. “Ahhh... it hurts me, idiot.” I slapped him on his hand. “Wait for some time here.” “I am hungry.” he rolled his eyes. “Me too.” We ordered nachos with cheese. Once it arrived, we jumped on it like hungry animals. “Alyona, eat like a human.” he snatched three nachos from my hand. “Stop it, look at yourself.” I threw a piece at him. He bends down, and the piece of Nachos lands on the lady sitting behind him.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

"Well look at you." He smiled reaching out for his food, "I did live here for a while you know?" Cheyenne laughed, "oh I know. I'm sleeping in your bed." Nick's eyes looked over at her but he couldn't help but laugh at the way she was laughing at her own little joke. "You think you’re funny?" He asked. Cheyenne took a bite of one of her crispers, "I'm fucking hilarious." Nick watched as her tongue slowly licked her top lip and he was actually grateful for the crown in his Coke.

“Nothing you can do will hurt me.” He narrowed his eyes. “Let’s see about that. Ask the goddamn question, wise guy.” “Alright, alright, here we go. What’s your favorite childhood snack that you still love?” “Wow,” he scoffed. “Scraping at the bottom of the barrel with questions, aren’t you.” I pressed my lips against his neck and blew a raspberry, making him squeal and curse. “Answer the questions!” “Ugh, fine,” he rolled his eyes. “Okay, so I discovered this entirely by mistake. Egg with Cheetos.”

“Like, throw some nacho chips from a bag onto a plate, add cheese, throw in the microwave. Open store-bought salsa and guacamole and sour cream. Dip and eat and call it a day. I didn’t think you’d trust me with chicken enchilada casserole bake right off the damn bat.” She paused with her knife in mid-air. “Seriously? Microwaved nachos?” “Yeah.” He frowned at the exposed edges around the tortillas, shifted them so the area of the whole baking dish was covered. “I ain’t Gordon Ramsay, baby.” “I dunno.” Jo opened the fridge and took out the sour cream that she’d made that morning before going to work; it tasted better at room temperature, so it needed to warm up slightly. “That macaroni and che

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.