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Part I: The Glory and Splendor

El Birdos Cantina
You call to me sweetly
Supreme nachos!
Salty, spicy, and meaty

Your jalapenos so green
Lead to pleasures unknown
Your pal Budweiser
Frosty refrshment is shown

For your last tasty bites
A fork I must use
Oh ballpark nachos!
How could you ever abuse?



Part II: The Agony and Denial

Sweet morning arrives
To the bathroom I wander
To duece or no duece?
A question I ponder

Politely I decline
And I step in the shower
Mid-shampoo my bowels feel
An incredible power

To the toilet I rush!
An explosion begins
Oh ballpark nachos!
Never again!

--P--

*tear

*finger snaps*

I love this message board so damn much.

Holy Jesus that was funny.

t.s. eliot was such a hack. he never captured the spirit of nachos like you have.

heyzeus wrote:t.s. eliot was such a hack. he never captured the spirit of nachos like you have.

I've read that Emily Dickinson could wolf down three plates of nachos in 10 minutes.

heyzeus wrote:t.s. eliot was such a hack. he never captured the spirit of nachos like you have.

I don't feel as though I've fully captured the burning sensation as the nachos exit my body. Nor did I mention round 2 after I got to work and had a cup of coffee.

Round 1 was pretty bad though. I didn't even have time to towel off. I just shut off the water and ran to the toilet.

Never again!

Until the next time I'm hungry at the game.

--P--

RC21 wrote:

heyzeus wrote:t.s. eliot was such a hack. he never captured the spirit of nachos like you have.

I've read that Emily Dickinson could wolf down three plates of nachos in 10 minutes.

...so that's how she died

After I read, no, experienced this masterpiece I openly wept.

Thank you.