It’s 3 AM

I are nachos.

Really.

It’s almost 3am.

I want nachos.

Somebody feed me

nah.chos.

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Me: Tummy, you’re being weird…

My Stomach: …back at you, weirdo!

Me: Why you want something that’s not found in the fridge?

My Stomach: Why are you talking to me?

Me: You’re talking back…

My Stomach: I want nachos.

Me: F*** You!

My Stomach: BITE ME!

(I lose, there’s no way I can bite my own stomach…my boobs get in the way…)