The Tragedy of Terrible Layers

Let’s talk about heartbreak, shall we? Not the rom-com kind—no, we’re diving into the real trauma of life: terrible nachos. On National Whiners Day, it’s only fitting we mourn the crimes committed in the name of “snack perfection.”

Exhibit A: The Cheese Scrooge. You know the one—the nacho platter that proudly struts into the room, flaunting a thin sprinkle of cheese, only to leave the bottom chips naked and afraid. Newsflash: Nachos are not a “just add water” pancake mix. They need structure. Layers. Respect.

Then there’s Chipageddon: stale chips that shatter like drywall in your mouth. Or worse—chips that collapse under the weight of toppings like they just found out they have student loans. And let’s address the unholy abomination of watery salsa. I ordered nachos, not tortilla soup.

Finally, a moment of silence for the Guacamole Horror Show. Brown guac is not a quirky “rustic” aesthetic—it’s a cry for help. If your avocado’s gone to the dark side, just let it go. No one deserves to endure that heartbreak on their snack plate.

So today, we whine not just for ourselves but for every mistreated nacho out there. Let’s hold our cheesy standards high and demand nachos worthy of their name: crunchy, gooey, and layered to perfection. Remember, a world without nacho fails is a world worth whining for.

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