Ha ! Ha!
I like that one MG...
OK, I'll tell one of my easily forgotten short tales from back in the day...
Once upon a time in a sunny, free state,
I slid sideways to a stop in a roar of exhaust, cloud of smoke, and screeching tire, in front of a local dive.
Walked a few doors down and bought a large bag of Fritos at a small market, and took it into the tavern.
I sat down at the bar a couples stools away from a scurvy dog of a biker,
ordered myself a pitcher of draft and opened my chips, because I WAS hungry.
After eating some, with the beer, I felt sociable enough to ask, "Jesse, you want some Fritos?", to the aforementioned character a few stools down.
Yah, he says, and shakes a few out on the bar, and puts 'em in his mouth, and drinks some beer.
I told him, "Go ahead, eat some..."
So Jesse proceeds to hammer the bag 4 or 5 times with his fist 'til its just about flat on the bar,
pours a handful of crumbs, tosses it in his mouth, and drinks a bit more from his mug of beer.
With a genuine look of disbelief, I ask him, "What was THAT all about?"
He points to his face, shows me and says, "Got no teeth, hurts to eat 'em."
All I could do was laugh and tell him, "Well, they're yours, now!"
I think I'm glad it wasn't corn on the cob!
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