Nacho Morning
A morning where your brain feels like it was run over by a taco truck and you’re begging for 7-11 nachos with everything on them, even if they look like they were made by a mad scientist with a food processor.
I woke up with nacho sauce in my hair and no memory of why I ate 12 tacos.
My shirt looks like it was dipped in a nacho fryer and then cursed.
I texted my friend: 'I need nachos. Now. Or I will die.'