Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Pringle lid missing; presumed scared

I'd lost my Pringle can lid. I looked for it everywhere in the kitchen where I thought it would naturally be. I was worried I'd be forced to gorge on the last third lest they go stale.

The lid wasn't there. So I asked myself "what was I doing with the Pringles when I was eating them?" I was slicing Pringles to sliver off shards of French goats cheese then munged down the yummy combo.

So I checked the French goats cheese tub and there was the lid. 

Français bâtards.

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