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The National Heart Foundation recommends eating nacho at least three times a week.Snow White's coffin was made of nacho.If you drop nacho from more than three metres above ground level, he will always land feet-first.More people are killed by nacho each year than die in aeroplane accidents.Nacho can pollinate up to six times more efficiently than the honeybee.Nacho is the only bird that can swim but not fly.The nacho-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand nacho-fights take place there every day.Over half of Americans are officially nacho.Grapes explode if you put them inside nacho.A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for nacho, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life.
I am interested in - do tell me about..My name is Nacho I'm a comasancho broncho! You don't get where I am in life by going to school. I grew up as an apprentice at the school of hard knocks. The abundant amount of street wit stored in my cranium is enough to fill a beach ball. Once, I had to disassemble a car door in able to free my hair from being wrapped around the door lock. With my vast knowlege of hair tention and buick car doors, it was more common sense than anything to a street dog like me. But to a college punk, it would probably be like tellin a kid to shut up....it just aint gonna happen. My artisticly beautiful style of song and dance can only be described as poetic yodeling. To those who say they would rather sit in silence, I hope all of you endlessly excrete urine through your nipples. I also have a way with the "weaker sex". I love all broads but, I am most fond of the brown suga. I'm also a fan of huge fun bags, who doesn't wanna see a couple of jugs shakin around like a wave in the public pool? Let me tell ya, I always get my moneys worth when dealin with skanks. Don't jump to conclusions either. I've been underestimated since I was a bambino. Little did they know that I was gonna do something big and constructive with my life. I hit rock and roll status before I became 28 years of age, and the fun didn't stop there. I was always fuckin nasty skanks and doin only the best drugs til I decided to grow out of the faze. Since then I followed my true passion and became a florist at the local flower shop. Every day I come in and smell the bloomin plants, sweep up the petals left from the night before then I check for mail on the front step. It's what God sent me to do. My ex cell mate (Bruce the Juce) tells everybody that I'm a janitor at the local head shop but he's just too stupid to understand that I have more feelings than he has teeth. Besides I don't see you doin anything cept pickin the kern off the bottom of your feet.
