I just read that bags of Doritos suddenly started washing up on the shores of North Carolina today. I can’t imagine anything better in this world than having nachos literally wash up beside you at the beach. If only a container carrying salsa would have been beached as well.
You can read about it here.
There’s some fucked up shit going on in your subconscious. Doritos at the pearly gates? Recurring? Usually when people have recurring dreams they are rooted in profound real-life experiences or fears. I don’t know what that says about you. But I guess it doesn’t surprise me that Doritos and divinity are all mixed up in your head.
I was exaggerating a bit, but I really do like nachos..
Hey, ease up on him kiddo. He hasn’t been the same since he was f*cked in the head.