With a smash of my hand, the potato chips are reduced to a pulp, and I feel the cold lump of the lip beneath my fist. I clasp the bag shut and shake it hard in an effort to ensure chip coverage in all the nooks and crannies of the lip.
I'm not sure what compelled Donnie to wear a potato chip bag on his face all day, but after five hours of mumbled speech, he deserved that punch in the face.
I ask Donnie to remove the bag, but he shakes his head violently, which cases chips to fly everywhere.
I'm not sure what compelled Donnie to wear a potato chip bag on his face all day, but after five hours of mumbled speech, he deserved that punch in the face.
I ask Donnie to remove the bag, but he shakes his head violently, which cases chips to fly everywhere.
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