Ok Pringles, it was cute at first, you made perfectly symmetrical chips from what I can only assume to be perfectly symmetrical potatoes, and wanted to protect your culinary anomaly. Sure that baby powder dusting you give every chip is something to protect, but get off your high horse, you're making a potato chip, not a contribution to modern medicine.
You've had your day in the sun, and you milked it for all it was worth: you marketed with Brad Pitt, you made baby stacks (what sadistic mom would by just 10 Pringles for her kid?), Pringles Extreme (twice the MSG?), and design your own can. But now there are imitators, and the time for your bullshit is over. These imitations aren't your fault, but they're your reality; now get your sorry ass in a bag before I rip that mustache clear off your face.
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