Pringles
Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 2:36 pmThey have gotten smaller.
Fitting one in one's mouth whole used to be an admirable feat. Alas, no more.
As I place one fully in mouth, the familiar face-chilling pain from the cavity in my molar gives way to a hollow, empty feeling in the mouth and heart. I bow my head. As the tiny amount of disintegrating potato-stuff moves around the inside of my face orifice, I am reminded flickeringly of large-pringled days gone by. It reaches the back of my bereaved throat and I swallow. The moustachioed character on the pringle tube stares ahead, yet somehow still into the depths of my broken soul.
6/10, will inevitably consume again.
Fitting one in one's mouth whole used to be an admirable feat. Alas, no more.
As I place one fully in mouth, the familiar face-chilling pain from the cavity in my molar gives way to a hollow, empty feeling in the mouth and heart. I bow my head. As the tiny amount of disintegrating potato-stuff moves around the inside of my face orifice, I am reminded flickeringly of large-pringled days gone by. It reaches the back of my bereaved throat and I swallow. The moustachioed character on the pringle tube stares ahead, yet somehow still into the depths of my broken soul.
6/10, will inevitably consume again.