OK, so I'm sitting in the living room, and I notice that my dad has some nachos. So I'm sitting here thinking "Man, wonder if I could get some of those nachos..."
So I start to do stuff for the nachos. I roll around, lay on my back, you know, try to act cute. Doesn't seem to get his attention, so then I try to sit there and stare into his very soul. Doesn't affect him. I even put my hand on his knee, as if to say "Hey, I see you got some nachos."
Finally, my dad gets up to use the restroom, leaving the nachos in his recliner. Overfilled with joy, I frantically jump into his recliner, and I start devouring, even destroying the nachos, trying to get as many of them as possible. I hear dad coming out of the bathroom, and so I duck and try my best to hide behind the coffee table. Dad walks in the room, and the next thing you hear is:
"Go***amn it, dog got into the damn nachos again! Is nobody paying attention to him anymore? God, someone put the dog outside, this is unbelievable!"
Dad is mad, but it was worth it.
I got some motherf**king nachos.
