Don Pringles

He controls the potato-chip racket in this town.

On this; the day of his daughter's wedding; you may ask him one favor.

Please Don Pringle, lend me your cooking apparatus so that I too may create tasty delights in the form of conveniently stackable hyperbolic parabloids.

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I had seriously considered going that route with this thread.

Say hello to my little friend.

You come here, on the day of my daughter's wedding, and insult me; asking me to use my own equipment and facilities to cut into my business?

I, and I alone, run the potato-chip racket in this town!

bahahahaha^^^^^^

Yeah, chips AND olive oil AND all the sausage carts in Lower Manhattan. You're squeezing us out, Pringle, after all you promised.

I need the olive oil to fry my chips, and as for the sausage carts, can I help it if the ladies love my sausage?

The corn-chip and frog leg rackets are yours, Don Phrogg.

Eh, Louie Fritos sleeps with the fishes.

The potato is a lie!

whistleblower.

Don Pringles, may we have, on this, the day of your daughter's wedding, bacon flavor?

This, I can do.

I'll emulsify you!

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

You too.

I ask only one thing of you, Don Pringles. Bring back "Taco Night".

Don Pringle come to you on the day of your daughters wedding and ask you to kill sour cream and onion pringle, for to long has he been around to torment my and others tastebuds

Donny P (If I can call you that, I am from the street), what happened to Banana Chips? I miss them, as both a salad bar item, and as a snack.

Donny P, Senor Dorito is moving into town. Just thought you should know.

I threw up a little in my mouth.. . . okay. . . it was a lot. . .

let me guess, japan?
whyyyyyy????

please.....mr pringle. tell me why.

Would a grilled shrimp help?

This might explain a little. Then again it might not.

Not only is Don Pringle going to control all the chips, he is going to control all the flavors ever invented.