They eat baby chips, made from real babies! They have a cauldren of boiling oil on the fire at all times just in case any children stop to nom on the witch’s candy house.
The production value of bugles has gone down. Most had round openings when I was a kid, and now 90% of them are squashed so flat so you couldn’t even stick a tongue-depressor in.
Also, LOL at people eating too many of those fatty things and getting so fat they’re fingers will no longer even fit in a toilet-paper tube.
My siblings and I would all fight for the perfect ones that fit our fingers, then we stage plays, pretend to be tigers, pretend to be witches, do fake death by chip stabbing scenes, flick them at the neighbor’s dog, fill them with soda and pretend to be kings and queens, put them on our noses and pretend to be cyrano de bergerac, make little people out of them and pretend to be godzilla, and then finally eat them after they were no good for eating anymore.
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Nice one! =)
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What about “pretend to play a bugle”? That’s what I always do.
Eh, no one asked for your comment.
shhh. I’m busy thinking about Bugles. you guys are ruining it.
no one asked for you SPAM
Actually, I did. I don’t think you asked everyone else if they had asked… You’re just assuming.
I think you’re my kinda chic!
I do try to stay chic.
well trt didn’t ask anybody if they asked for Roger’s life story
Thank you for the comment parallel. Now if we could get everyone to reply to every comment by this asshole, we might be in business.
Shhh… Listen, I think it’s gone…
That’s the best way to eat Bugles, Roger!
Thanks for the vindication Cat333. Not sure why I got flamed by trt for stating the obvious
Could someone tell me what Bugles chips are?
Chips that look like bugles, perhaps?
Actually, they’re more cone-shaped.
Darn, didn’t know there’d be an eerie-sounding word like bugles, thought it was just a meaningless brand name.
They’re a corn cracker thing shaped vaguely like a bugle. They smell like old socks. Linky linky!
When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so when I was six I did…
No one asked for your spam
GraphJam: Food and Pop Culture in Charts and Graphs! Really like it though.
bugles are gross
Not as nutritionally sound as putting olives on your fingers and pretending their Russian dancers with funny hats.
THEY’RE
THEY ARE
pretending THEY ARE Russian dancers
their is possessive
Whoops, my bad. I was a tad groggy when I wrote this.
In Soviet Russia, Russian dancers with funny hats pretend firgers are YOU!!
Haha. firgers…
Dip them in Chocolate! Yummy! everything is better with chocolate.
I never saw a witch eating chips…
They eat baby chips, made from real babies! They have a cauldren of boiling oil on the fire at all times just in case any children stop to nom on the witch’s candy house.
Soooooo, not potato chips?
cauldron
It’s a cauldren for childron.
Baby oil?
Bugles and cream cheese. Which is what you do with them after you are done playing witch.
Clip of said action in practice, courtesy of Scrubs:
does no one else put them under their top lips and pretend theyre a walrus?…. oh, my bad, i must be weird…
they don’t fit on my fingers anymore…
Ditto – I try this everytime I happen to run across them, but my fingers have gotten too chubby
………thanks for reminding me………..
However, they are still rather delicious, so it’s not a complete loss
The more bugles you eat, the chubbier you get!
THE GENERAL MILLS CUUUUUUURSE
It’s un-American not to put them on your fingers!
The production value of bugles has gone down. Most had round openings when I was a kid, and now 90% of them are squashed so flat so you couldn’t even stick a tongue-depressor in.
Also, LOL at people eating too many of those fatty things and getting so fat they’re fingers will no longer even fit in a toilet-paper tube.
I don’t see why this graph has two areas.
what about pretending it’s one of those old fashioned ear horns
I pretend to play them like an actual bugle.
OMG so true i saw just puting bugles chips on my fingers!!xD
Hmmm…..I’ve never done that before, but I should!
My siblings and I would all fight for the perfect ones that fit our fingers, then we stage plays, pretend to be tigers, pretend to be witches, do fake death by chip stabbing scenes, flick them at the neighbor’s dog, fill them with soda and pretend to be kings and queens, put them on our noses and pretend to be cyrano de bergerac, make little people out of them and pretend to be godzilla, and then finally eat them after they were no good for eating anymore.