I have seen Pringles recently, including I think a pretty silly marketing deal. On the paper cover of the chip silo is something that says "100 calories", because a "100 calorie pack" is all the rage in the food industry these days. Well, jerks, it's not 100 calories if you eat the whole thing.
If you tried, you couldn't come with a worse-managed, more disorganized, cluster fuck than the Starbucks at 18th and Market.
I know what you're asking yourself and the answer is yes. I have a nick name for my penis. Its called the Octagon, but I also nick named my testes - my left one is James Westfall and my right one is Doctor Kenneth Noisewater.
That makes me all wistful over the bacon/egg/cheese/hot sauce I got on 20th between Chestnut and Market an hour and a half ago. I don't think there's a better way in this world to spend 2.50.
As I was zipping up after using the urinal, the zipper on my pants broke. I now am unable to zip my fly. This is potentially problematic. Other than (1) going to buy new pants right now or (2) going home, I'm not sure what to do.
My attempt to staple my fly together proved both exceedingly dangerous and unsurprisingly ineffective.
I know what you're asking yourself and the answer is yes. I have a nick name for my penis. Its called the Octagon, but I also nick named my testes - my left one is James Westfall and my right one is Doctor Kenneth Noisewater.