Do you ever see your nana reach in for the good nacho with her nana hand? And in your head you think, 'You son of a bitch.' You don't think, 'Oh golly gosh, Nana. You're a rascal.' No, you think, 'Nana is a son of a bitch.' You don't say it, but what if we had Tourette Nacho Syndrome? Where she grabs onto the nacho: 'Really, Nana? You whore!'