Cravings for Pringles Crisps

This might possibly sound revolting to some, but every so often I get cravings for ready-salted Pringles with Cheese & Chive Dip. The idea being that I obviously dip the Pringles in the... er... dip, and then eat them.

If it's not that, then it will be cravings for BBQ flavour Pringles (no dip), which I also eat, otherwise what would be the point of buying them if I wasn't intending to eat them. Wink

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  • The idea being that I obviously dip the Pringles in the... er... dip, and then eat them

    Thanks for that surprising and helpful instruction, Highness.

  • I had to say that. For all I know, there might be someone with a 'Special Interest' in buying Pringles just to look at them and not eat them. For all I know, they might have a room crammed full of unopened Pringles that have gone out of date.

  • That reminds me of one of my all time favourite jokes which always makes me chuckle:

    Patient: Doctor, doctor, my family thinks I'm mad.

    Doctor: And why is that?

    P: Because I like sausages.

    Dr: But I like sausages too.

    P: You do? You must come and see my collection - I have thousands!

    I like to imagine the chap proudly showing off drawer after drawer of various different sausages all carefully pinned to boards and labelled, like those Victorian collections of butterflies!

  • How did they collect so many? I suppose it is cold there

  • Sausages are intrinsically funny it’s true. Even the word. I just thought of a song that made me laugh when I was a child. It ended with the lyric ‘a flying sausage hit a crow, in the good old town of Belfast’ and I’d be laughing like a drain at that. The flying sausage in the Grange Hill title sequence was a joy too. 

  • Plead the fifth amendment!

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