Not Chose, Naut yos, Nachos.
2009 November 11
Last Friday, thanks to the heralding of the event by Sean Lovelace, Britt and I celebrated National Nacho Day by making better nachos than you did:
Britt beat hers up “traveling taco” style:
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I’m going to spend a quick moment being that fat kid at the edge of the crowd yelling at the dudes in the playground scrap, “Yeah, mother fucker! Yeah!” style, just to say, in the Nacho Love Battles: Sean Lovelace v. Blake Butler, I’m tossing a benjamin on Lovelace. Dude is coming out with salsa lust, swinging nacho libre. He truly trumpets the cause of the nacho, and that’s points in the TKO of life. Yeah, mother fucker! Yeah!
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Neko likes nachos, too:
Britt’s nachos in a bowl look seriously frightening. They look like breakfast cereal, like maybe they’ve even got milk on them or something. I’m disturbed.