Pshaw. Yeah right Old Dutch. Well played, well played. Chips in our house never make it to the next day let alone the expiry date. Ditto everyone else's house I'm pretty sure. And you evil-corporation-whose-sole-purpose-is-to-keep-the-masses-addicted-to-mmm-deep-fried-salty-snacks know it.
On a loosely related note, I once drove by a potato chip factory in Prince Edward Island. Um yeah. And I am
not embarrassed to say I remember it better than
Anne of Green Gable's House. You know something? I bet heaven smells like chips. *
hangs head in shame*
#completelygivenup
#vowstochange
#untiligethungryagain
7 comments:
Miss Vickies, salt free. I can eat them for hours.
Potato chips over Anne of Green Gables? Be careful Anne doesn't crack her slate across your head, Gilbert.
@Michael Ditto.
@DSWS Well played. Well played.
Bet you can't eat just one...
...and then I stopped gambling.
It's funny, I feel like both shooting and kissing whoever came up with potato chips. Maybe I'd shoot them a kiss.
whoa doggie...you may have pushed the boundries there a bit with remembering the Potato Chip factory over Anne of Green Gables.
However, I LOVE SALT AND VINEGAR potatoe chips....
I pretty much love all chips !!!!
If heaven smells like potato chips, perhaps I'll get a little more excited about going there.
is it POTATOE
or POTATO
spuds !!
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