I was just at walmart and one of my friends accidently knocked over a giant tower of pringles and there were pringles everywhere and as we were picking them back up an Islamic couple and a black gentleman and a hasidic jew all came out of nowhere and helped us set them back up and I realized that even though we’re all different we can set all that aside for a minute for pringles.
i love how potato in french is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
That is exactly what happened.
hey who wants to start a gang
ill ask my mom
my mom wants to talk to your mom just to make sure its okay
my mom said its ok as long as im back before supper
my mom volunteers to carpool
can you pick me up my mom wants to see who is taking me
my mom wants to know if it’s an over night thing and who’s house we’re staying at
My mom says she can do snacks for us