No way, Pringles have been declared not potato crisps! That's wrong, I resent that. I always loved Pringles, they taste delicious and you know exactly how much you have when you buy some. It's junk, but it's honest junk. I have found memories of the weekends at my grandmother's place in Arvida, when we were drinking regional soft drinks and eating loads of potato chips, particularly Pringles. And peanuts. And chocolate. Before dinner. My grandma didn't mind (my parents did, however, but who could stop grandma from spoiling us?). Anyway, the court is wrong, wrong, wrong I tell you! Pringles are made of potato, they are salty, they are crispy, they have to be potato crisps! It has been decided, I will have some Pringles tonight with beer. Lots and lots of beer. And Pringles. Lots of them. Then dessert. Because I grew up and my stomach isn't as strong as when I was a child so I can't have it all at the same time.
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