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So a particular battery who shall remain nameless except his name is Cray, has been PM'ing me disparaging comments about Pringles, likening their orderly stacking to communism and appealing to my religious sensibilities that God never intended for chips to be so constrained and orderly. These assertions are, of course, asinine.
If Cray had his way, the whole world would be in anarchy, like a hippie commune bag of chips, destined to crumble into greasy shards. Some people would walk around bent in half, others would have green edges. Some would be monstrously large while others would be broken fragments and none would be able to handle the dip of life when it got too thick. Oh yeah, nice world you've envisioned for us there buddy.
So I plead my case to the masses. Shall we put up with this besmirching of the master chip? Think of the elegant lines and gentle slopes of the Pringles chip, so artful, so consistent. The texture, like the rolling hills of the motherland. The rich, salty flavor and hearty crunch, reminiscent of the strength of our forefathers. And the can which reminds us of tennis balls and the great men and women who've played that game.
So I say NO MORE to Cray's slanderous campaign. It ends HERE! Who will stand with me against this tyrant!?
If Cray had his way, the whole world would be in anarchy, like a hippie commune bag of chips, destined to crumble into greasy shards. Some people would walk around bent in half, others would have green edges. Some would be monstrously large while others would be broken fragments and none would be able to handle the dip of life when it got too thick. Oh yeah, nice world you've envisioned for us there buddy.
So I plead my case to the masses. Shall we put up with this besmirching of the master chip? Think of the elegant lines and gentle slopes of the Pringles chip, so artful, so consistent. The texture, like the rolling hills of the motherland. The rich, salty flavor and hearty crunch, reminiscent of the strength of our forefathers. And the can which reminds us of tennis balls and the great men and women who've played that game.
So I say NO MORE to Cray's slanderous campaign. It ends HERE! Who will stand with me against this tyrant!?
