I done been bam-BOOBzled once again. (I jus peed my pants a lil bit again) (Don't let the wife find out-this is my last pair of underooz 'til she does the laundry next monday)
These aren't chips--I n Bro in Law Tyson were buying snackables and I fell for the shiny glimmering cheddars. I thought, "Cheddars, like macaroni and cheese crackers but don't taste like no noodles?! Holy crap! I'm not wearing any more pants."
And anyway how do you feel about the old man on the cover? Have you ever maybe noticed he might be winking at you? And what's up with that homo name and red (my favorite color) suspenders? {I think he's a li'l bit hot}
Oh no, shut up, brain! (I told you to go to sleep for a reason!)
I ate the whole bag; notice it is empty. Like a hole. And only 25 grams of fat. Holy crap, I want to pee your pants.
(That's for you, Orville.) (But don't tell the wife)
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