I love chips. I know they’re unhealthy and will probably shorten my life span and that I will regret it later when I’m old and senile and cranky as frack, but I just can’t help it. I love chips of all flavors – cheese, BBQ, sour cream, cheesy jalapeño – you name it. I see a bag of chips and I brighten up quickly. They’re one of my guilty pleasures.
However, there are exceptions. There are times a bag of chips make me unhappy and unsatisfied. Like, you open one and realize that puffy bag of chips was actually made up of 25% fatty goodness and 75% air.
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT THAT BLOODY SUCKS, DUDE.
You’re probably wondering the relevance of my silly “bag-o-chips” drivel. Well, to be completely honest, there’s…