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For The Night's I Can't Remember

I've been looking forward to? this post for a while..I think?

Pringles, I believe they once went by a slogan of "Once you pop you can't stop". I have never agreed with that slogan, for as long as I can remember they've been the mountain dew to my crab juice. Whenever I see someone with a can of Pringles I seriously question their sanity. All that aside, I haven't crunched on a tube in I'm guessing 10+ years and maybe my tastes have changed. I figured that in order for me to make a serious post regarding \em I had to get me some tubes and crunch away. You know, have a fresh take on these formed and tubed "potato chips". There have certainly been Pringles flavours that have intrigued me so I snatched up a handful of tubes when they went on sale; Spicy Guacamole (actually pretty good flavour wise), Jalapeno (meh, not enough Jalap too much Pringle "chip" flavour), Pizza (kind of tastes like 3 cheese pizza pops, weird tasting faux "cheese" with some tomato thrown in for good measure) and BBQ (a smokey sweet BBQ seasoning, mostly masks the taste of the chips so they have that going for them..similar to Lays BBQ). Flavour wise they're passable, I'd like a real chip company to dip into the Spicy Guacamole seasoning..which brings me to my main hangup with Pringles. Their tube should say "Potato Chips" quotation marks and all, these are not chips, they're crackers..and shitty crackers at that. Sure they crunch, but you can really taste the pasteyness. They don't taste like potato chips, they taste like potato chips with a whole ton of crap added to them so that they can come in uniform little warped platters. Chips aren't meant to be uniform.

When something is overly manufactured it just leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Be it some terrible excuse for "Potato Chips" or a "Punk"/"Rock" band. My reference may be regional but it applies to "bands" the world over. Early on in the Canadian Idol run there was an "outsider" contestant that made it to the final 3 on that show. He was a "rocker" a fucking "rebel" he (I think while he was on Idol if not shortly after) had gauged piercings and tattoos. Ooowee, Mr. Hedley was soo punk rock. From a short wiki search it appears that he was in a rock band called Hedley before auditioning for Idol, post (/during?) Idol the band broke up. After Idol cheese dick went on to form a completely new "band" with the same Hedley name (you know, because he was legit). Anyway, I remember the media pushed Mr. Hedley's "punk rock" image super hard. From what I recall they told the kids that Hedley's was some sort of rebellious "pop punk" band because the front man mooned people and other "crazy" shenanigans. I'm not sure where I'm going with this anymore. Hedley's still around making boring music for teenage girls. You go Mr. Hedley, you go.

When there's no heart to the product that you put out it just becomes disposable..and when you try to pretend that your product isn't sub-par disposable trash, well then it just becomes disgusting. Don't pretend you're something that you're not.

 In Summary, there are only three reasons to eat Pringles.

1 - Gun to your head
2 - stranded on a desert island and you've already cannibalized your fellow survivors
3 - you write a corny blog about chips.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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