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Wednesday, January 31, 2007 at 12:22 p.m.
I MISS YOU MITCH
Have you ever seen the size of Pringles' containers? They look like tennis ball containers.
I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles was a laid-back company.
They said "Fuck it. Cut 'em up." 
� BRENT BRENT BRENT 2005