- My name is Frank, I'm 68 years old,
and I'm addicted to Takis.
The first time I ate a bag of Takis was back in 2015.
When my tongue touched that chili dust
for the first time, my heart was racin',
and my heart hasn't stopped racin' since.
I usually keep a couple bags in my van,
you never know when you're gonna have a crav--
Oh no, not again!
It's okay, it's okay.
Oh, there you go, there you go.
Everything's all right.
Sorry about that.
If I don't smell a Taki every 70 seconds,
bad things happen, so I make sure to always have a Taki
on me at all times.
About six months ago, I got in a pretty bad car accident,
and when I got hit, there was a giant flash,
and in the middle of that flash,
there was a Taki.
Then I thought, "My golly gee, I think God wants me
"to make a giant Taki."
And so that's what I did.
This right here is a one-foot Taki in all its glory.
It has all the great taste of Takis,
but it's a big one, oh my God, you're so beautiful!
One time, I found an old Taki inside my couch,
and like anyone else would do, I ate it.
But it tasted more delicious than usual.
So that's when I decided to start aging my Takis.
I like to hang them off the ceilin',
that way the flavor gets to each chip.
As you can see, I have a couple of them agin' right now,
that way I always have a steady supply.
Oh, you see that chip right there?
I been agin' that chip for five years,
and I think it's finally time to try it out, bone apple-tea.
Oh, it's really good.
Oh, this aging process, this really helps
with the flavor so much.
Imma just leave this one right here,
let it age a little more.
Oh, that flavor's intense.
Let me go show you the other things.
Last year, my doctor informed me
that I was extremely unhealthy,
I guess eating 20 bags of Takis a day
is "bad for you," so I've been eating my Takis
with other more nutritious meals,
like toast, eggs, and sometimes, even my salads.
- [Boy] Hey, Grandpa, here's the hammer you asked for.
- Boy, I asked for a chair!
- [Boy] Ooo, Takis, can I have some?
- Excuse me, you sure as H-E-L-L can not!
There's not enough Takis in this bag for the both of us.
Now leave me and my babies alone!
One of my favorite parts about eating Takis
are the Takis fingers they leave you with.
But sometimes, I can't have dirty hands,
that's why every time I leave the house now,
I make sure to bring an extra hand.
This is my Takis hand.
Now I can enjoy the guilty pleasures of Takis fingers
without the mess.
Here, let me show you.
Aw, yeah.
Takis are amazin', and I really can't live without them.
If I had to choose between my mother
and a bag of Takis, well,
all I gotta say is, "Goodbye, Mama."