This whole time, all I've ever wanted was to find a snack to love, and to pass that love down to the end of my bloodline. From this Christmas to the final Christmas, may we cherish the barely descript flavor of these air-filled nets of fried potato flour, and reminisce on all the great times we had at TGIF's. Pub Bites are going to be bigger than Santa Claus.
Wait. I don't know if I've ever been to a TGIFriday's before. When I was a kid, we used to buy bags of their weird potato skin-flavored chips. They were far better than these stupid things. And the people over at Friday's probably expect I want my $2.40 back, and they're probably laughing about it right now. Bastards.
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