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I love french fries. Into the ol' gullet they go! There's nothing like the taste of a plump, salty tater yum-yum deep fried in beef tallow to offset the fact that you had to stay very late at the lab.
Except the wizzled, crispy ones. Those ones are rejected by me outright and orphaned at the bottom of the bag/box.
Hey little guys, I'm never going to eat you. Don't beg—have some dignity!
Except the wizzled, crispy ones. Those ones are rejected by me outright and orphaned at the bottom of the bag/box.
Hey little guys, I'm never going to eat you. Don't beg—have some dignity!
"ma'am"
2 Comments:
i give the wrinkled ones to my daughter. i hate them, too, but she's too young to know the awfulness of them yet.
the crispy ones?! GIMME! I prefer SUPER crispy french fries but not the ones that were browned too much, ya know?
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