Nacho Cheese Joke Novels & Stories

He innocently asked as he watched the cheese melt on top of the nachos. Ethan nodded like a dog to his master. He then kneeled down to level Jared's face. "Yes, baby. Want to take a taste?" He then handed out a plate of nachos to Jared. Jared smiled and took a chip that was full of melting cheese. I saw how his mouth parted in awe and desire to taste the nachos. His eyes are focused on the nachos before he puts them in his mouth.

Noushka was laughing almost hysterically within my mind now, loving the fact I had lost. He chuckled. “What do you mean?” he asked, feigning innocence. “First, ketchup is ketchup. In no way, shape or form is it a fruit smoothie. That is simply disgusting. A hotdog is a hotdog, you fool. Not a sandwich, and most certainly not a freaking taco!” I began, my voice coming out quicker than I expected as I needed to get out everything I had to say, and put him in his place. “Though I am glad you realize cheese is cheese, but your friend may want his head examining. But how would you even consider a bowl of cereal soup?! Have you had a hit to the head or something?!”

I said, turning to Derek with a mischievous grin. "What's that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "A giant plate of nachos," I replied, my eyes shining with excitement. Derek burst out laughing. "You're crazy, you know that?" he said, shaking his head. But I was dead serious. I mean, what's more romantic than a plate of nachos? Derek, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, decided to humor me. He pulled out his phone and ordered a giant plate of nachos from the nearest restaurant.

His fridge was always full. I took out a small block of cheese and started slicing it into pieces. Luca seemed to find my actions amusing. He pulled up his arms behind his head, making his shirt fit tightly across his chest. "I can call him now" he yawned. I glanced at him, chewing the cheese in my mouth. The saltiness was incredibly tasty. "No. I prefer to tell him face to face," I said almost with a pout. Nico was like a big teddy bear. I could easily picture his reaction.

Surely, he can’t move that fast? *** I sighed as I wedged the cheese into my overstocked fridge. Did I need more cheese? No. Was I going to eat it anyway? Hell yes. Cheese is protein and that means it’s healthier than pie. Plus, it pairs well with my fermented grape juice. I snorted, then sighed. I’d always thought I was funny but maybe not? Not that it matters now; He’s off fucking models in Monaco. I shook my head to dispel any thoughts of Him, glancing at the pale band on my bare finger; I still felt naked without it.

He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight. “Vern’s String Cheese Whips . . . no frickin’ way! Are you kidding me?” “Dig in, man.” Richard tucked his beer between his legs, pulling out his keys and using the big Chevrolet key to puncture the plastic wrap. He tore into it, grinning, at last pulling a single pencil-thin length of mozzarella cheese from the package. He held it up like a twisted rope of spaghetti, marveling and still murmuring, “No frickin’ way,” under his breath. “I haven’t tasted these in ten years or more.” He put his head back and dangled it loop by loop into his open mouth, and began to chew.

Lloyd shakes his head and says to Jeremy, “ You are taking the Cannibals thing too far. “ Jeremy hysterically laughs while saying, “ It’s about marketing and playing off of the Legend of the Colorado Cannibal. “ Soon the food comes; the Nachos come in a bowl that takes two hands to hold in a shape of a football with teeth at the top that makes it look like the football is eating the nachos. It was designed to be a souvenir item that fans could take home. The actual nachos were just barbeque nachos that were extra wet that was supposed to be a play on the Cannibal lore.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "More mayhem?" Eliana grumbled. Benedict rose to his feet with a dramatic exhale. "If it's a person attempting to sell us an app for naming babies, I'm defecting and voting for Manchego." Wendy gasped, her pearls clutched in horror—real ones, naturally. "Manchego?! Benedict Thompson, you just said that in front of your mother, your grandmother, and your pregnant daughter. Leila raised a perfectly shaped brow. “To be fair, Manchego is cultured. It’s a Spanish cheese. Maybe bilingual babies are trending.”

"I'd love to explore the lush jungles of Costa Rica. The idea of hiking through the rainforest and discovering hidden waterfalls sounds amazing." Layla's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Costa Rica, huh? Count me in! Now, what's your go-to comfort food, Henry?" I laughed, thinking of all the times I'd indulged in guilty pleasures. "Well, I have to admit, I'm a sucker for a classic grilled cheese sandwich. There's something about that gooey cheese and crispy bread that's just so comforting." Layla chuckled. "You can't go wrong with a grilled cheese. I'm a fan of pizza myself."

“Nah, it’s definitely you this time, girl. You have everyone’s tongues wagging with that glimpse into your personal life. Nice touch with that wine and cheese, by the way.” “Wine, cheese, and salami, thank you very much.” “Oo-la-la, so fancy.” We both laughed loudly, then silence fell between us. “So,” Viona said after a minute, “did a pair of Noah/Zoe nutjobs really hurl insults at you like that? Just out of the blue?” “Yup. That was all off the cuff, unedited.” Viona let out a low whistle. “Damn. I don’t know how you deal with it.”