I had Pringles for dinner. I didn't mean to have Pringles for dinner. A can of Pringles was sitting on my desk, and I decided to have a few while I played
Dragon Age for an hour or so and then go make some bread and dinner and wash some dishes. Four hours later I quit the game, frustrated at dying repeatedly in this one stupid scene, and the can of Pringles was empty. I guess I won't need to actually make dinner then, huh?
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My life, more evenings than I care to admit.
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