*Pringles, no apostrophe.
More pertinently, though, your daughter will NEVER have any business mocking you for getting your hand stuck in a Pringles can until she is on her last two years of high school. Those things are devilishly narrow for human hands to be reaching into.
I doubt it. My hands are skinny enough to reach into the bottom of a Pringles can, and dumping them out has no impact on whether or not I eat them too fast. I think DTIBA should’ve said “adult MALE human hands”.
The real purpose of the size of a Pringles can is for mass storage and transport. You can buy ten cans of Peingles and hold them all in your arms on your way from the car to the house. Try doing that with ten bags of… well, anything that comes in bags, really, I guess that’s not limited to chips. But the full-sizee bags, not the shrimpy personal bags.
But he’s the doofus that helped make YOU, kid, so pipe down and wash the dishes.
*Pringles, no apostrophe.
More pertinently, though, your daughter will NEVER have any business mocking you for getting your hand stuck in a Pringles can until she is on her last two years of high school. Those things are devilishly narrow for human hands to be reaching into.
That should be “for adult human hands”.
It’s all a ploy to get you to dump them out and eat them too fast
I doubt it. My hands are skinny enough to reach into the bottom of a Pringles can, and dumping them out has no impact on whether or not I eat them too fast. I think DTIBA should’ve said “adult MALE human hands”.
The real purpose of the size of a Pringles can is for mass storage and transport. You can buy ten cans of Peingles and hold them all in your arms on your way from the car to the house. Try doing that with ten bags of… well, anything that comes in bags, really, I guess that’s not limited to chips. But the full-sizee bags, not the shrimpy personal bags.
Yes. Have more than one woman in your household and eventually they’re teaming up against you.
Truth. It hurts.
The obvious correct response is, “Yep. You’re half-doofus. He just has better practice coping.”
That’s what my dad told me about my mom.
AND what my mom told me about my dad.
Wait a minute…