This is either (1) one of my biggest pet peeves of people’s laziness or (2) Lays needs to calm their shit on all these weird flavors they’re putting out. We want raw steak chips about the same as we need southern biscuits n gravy chips.
Buddy, if that’s how life is going for you right now, I’ve got some terrible news for you as you get older.
Well, your day just got a whole lot better! You’re welcome.
That’s fine. Just don’t call me weird when I start carrying around a Philly cheesteak in my papoose. I won’t judge you on your relationship with food if you don’t judge me on mine.