Often, I will be eating chips with my friend Caroline (she's #4) when she will silently hand me a chip. It puzzles me a moment, until I inspect the chip and see it is curly. Caroline knows that I am the owner of all curly chips.
I think this might date from high school, when my friend Dave K______ explained to me the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised penii. He claimed the uncircumcised looked just like the circumcised, except it had the foreskin, which looked kind of like a folded potato chip curled back on itself. This, as I recall, just confused me more, since I had no clue what a circumcised penis looked like, much less one with a curly potato chip of flesh hanging off the end somehow. If it weren't for that guy in figure drawing class I would never have known.
Anyway, I found these chips at the grocery last weekend:
Yes, that is a window so you can see which box has the most curlies. Since Gary knows better than to eat my curlies I ended up getting an equitable chip distribution with this box.
This reminds me. Gary, for some reason, has taken as strong dislike to "suckmahballz." I think we have a new phrase right there. Eatmahcurleez, Gary.