Nacho Cheese Joke Novels & Stories

Nicki asked in a mocking tone, I must've been blushing or something, otherwise, she wouldn't have known that I was thinking of something like that. "Umm Nothing?" "Bull shit, what're you thinking of?" "Just of Johnny getting married, and stuff," I said and stuffed some more chimichanga in my face, it was good and I was glad that I got two of them. "You will never get married if you keep eating like that," Nicki said, making Jack laugh and making me stuff more chimichanga in my face, mocking her attempt at an insult. "I will always eat chimichangas like this, fuck you. Chimichangas are life on a plate, motherfuckers," I said and finished my first one, earning laughter from Jack, and a disgust

Oh damn, I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. "Stop it..people are looking at us like we are jokers." I breath out between my laughs . He smirks at me and say smugly. "I can be your joker , you can be my Harley quin" and winking at me. "Ooh...How cheesy. But sorry I am allergic to cheese." I wave my hand off in a dismissing manner. He sighs, heavily before replying. "Way to break a guy's heart" And make a sad face.

It was a weird name, but it was the name he heard Noah use. Seeing his Omega cover his face and sink into his seat makes the Beta doubt himself. Benjamin's eyes snapped to the fluffy white-haired Omega when he burst into laughter. “NACHO!” Noah laughed as he slapped his knee. “He thought your real name was Nacho!” Noah laughed even harder. Benjamin flushed as tears rolled down the Omega's face, which was red from laughing so hard. Nadja glared at Noah as he cracked up at his expense. “Oh man, I like this guy! Nacho!” Noah laughed as he slid out of his chair.

“No, Don Angelo, I don't like those drinks that taste like perfume, that make my tongue go all over my tongue, I only like beer or chicha, otherwise, that's all.” “Ready, man, next time I'll bring you some of that, he reminded me of a joke,” “Sir, tell it; it will help to de-stress us from this situation.” “Although I warn you that I am bad at telling jokes, look that when an Indian asked a Spanish conquistador how they got them to sleep with their girlfriends, he told him: “Well, look that a little wine, a little powder,” the Indian answered: “Sir, here it is the same, we give them chicha, and they give us chocha”.”

“Mother Theresa, oh, sorry, I meant Juliet. Little Miss Juliet isn’t so tough now, is she?” They erupt in laughter, whistling while stamping their feet. They are so loud I expect Miss Jota to burst in through the doors and admonish them but nothing happens. Noah claps like the fucking moron he is and his head falls back with laughter. It is not even funny. Ben’s joke is lame. Noah’s partner, Whitney, is all over him, giggling like a fool. I hope his neck snaps and his head rolls onto Whitney’s ugly laps so the bitch will be scarred forever.

He was eating with the kind of focused enthusiasm like he hadn't seen food in days. At another table a few feet away, two of Nacho's men sat with their own ice cream, looking distinctly out of place in their leather jackets and obvious shoulder holsters. This couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of nightmare, some stress-induced hallucination brought on by too many sleepless nights and too much anxiety about Nacho's looming deadline. But then Nacho looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. His face split into a wide grin, and he threw his arms up in an exaggerated gesture of welcome that made several other customers turn to stare.

"Cheetos are better than Chips Ahoy." He leaned closer, cupping a hand around his ear. "Sorry. Couldn't catch that." "You heard—" I gritted my teeth as his smirk widened. "Cheetos are better than Chips Ahoy," I repeated louder, my voice echoing through the store like I was leading a protest for snacks. He looked up at the biscuits. Then, in two long strides, he closed the distance between us. The wind carried his cologne, surrounding me until I couldn't breathe anything else.

She pressed a hand to her temple, forcing a smile when Nalia gave her a questioning look. “You okay?” Nalia asked softly. “Yeah,” Cheyenne lied, waving it off. “Probably just stood up too fast earlier. Or maybe it’s all the chocolate. I might’ve lost count after my sixth cookie.” “More like your tenth,” Tora muttered, earning another pillow to the face.

I got a grilled cheese and tomato soup because it reminded me of simpler days. We sat across from each other, and for a while we just ate. He stole a bite of my sandwich. I rolled my eyes but let him. Then something stupid happened. The waitress dropped a whole tray of silverware near our table, and the crash made both of us jump. Nico let out this short, surprised laugh. Real. Not the controlled one he used in meetings. Just a genuine laugh. “Shit, that scared me,” he admitted, shaking his head. I found myself smiling. “Big bad Nico startled by spoons. I’m telling Matteo.”

I looked at him shocked. "He can't even boil a pot of water." Luis chuckled finally stopping himself from laughing anymore. "Speak for yourself." Anthony retorted. "Idiota." (Translation for idiota: idiot) "Wow, that was not coffee Elio, it's worse than poison and mum’s broccoli milkshakes." I told him and all the guys scrunched their noses in disgust at the mention of the broccoli milkshake. "That sounds utterly disgusting." Julio gagged.