They’re so sweet and crunchy. I love snacking on these!

Here they are, washed, peeled and sliced. Served with light ranch dip :3. I’d cut them thinner but I don’t have the culinary skills >.> . Chips cut up the roof of my mouth. And give me pimples. x.x So. TRY THESE INSTEAD OF CHIPS!

Nom nom. Mm. Crappy webcam photo. x3 Excuse the messy bed -coughcough-

Yvonne turned her face just as I was about to poke her cheek and my finger went up her nose! >.> OMGAA! I ran to the bathroom horrified while she stood there confused.

xDDDD

It just goes to show that:
You can pick your friends.
You can pick your nose.
But you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

-SQUEEEEEAL-
-FANGIRL MODE-

:OOOOOO KAKOIIIIII~~~~~~

M: Oh sandwich, oh sandwich, how beautiful are thee. To be or not to be…eaten.
Bonnie: Excuseth me, kind sir, may I haveth a piece of thy sandwich?
M: Nay! ‘Tis my sandwich. Go beg elsewhere.
B: Pity me, good sir! For I have not tasted such delights for a fortnight.
M: Go to! I care not of thy hunger!
B: Is thou so cold-hearted?
M: It seemeth so. Leaveth me be. Leaveth me and my fair sandwich alone!
B: Fine! I desire thy sandwich no more! Charity from greasy, fat-kidneyed, hedge-pigs I do not want!
M: Thou mouth is as foul as moldy cheese on a hot summer day!
B: So is thee’s face.
M: Silence thyself! Be humiliated I will not!
B: Be humiliated you shall! Thou, sir, are a rabbit-sucker!
M: Rabbit-sucker?
B: Aye. A rabbit-sucker.
M: . . .Why would thou calleth me that?
B: Because if thee were to suck a rabbit, thee will get the taste of moldy milk in thy mouth for a week. And if thee enjoys that taste, then thou is horn-mad.
M: And how would thee knoweth this?
B: I do my research.
M: . . .on Shakespearean insults?
B: Aye. Such that I may throweth words like knives into the hearts of my foes.
M: Thou makes my blood boil. Givest thee a piece of my sandwich, will thee shut up and exeunt?
B: Aye, I am done here. I will leave now.
M: Halt! Where is my fair sandwich?
B: In my maw it lies peacefully.
M: Nay! It cannot be! It must not be!
B: What must be will be. I was hungry so I must eat.
M: Wherefore must I suffer so?
B: Fate mocks thee as you hast mocked me. Thank thee for the meal. Farewell, good sir.
M: Woe is me! Sandwich have I no more! I hast no reason to live! [slays self]

:’( sniffle~ what a touching ending.