This was inspired by a post of Spinette’s that I found in the trash. So yeah, credits go to Spinette.
So before I rant about Lays Potato Chips, I going to rant about Netgalley for a bit (a really little bit, don’t worry. You’ll get to your grease slices soon enough.)
So I was going to finally sign up for Netgalley today (Well, yesterday, when I’m writing this) because they have Tess of the Woods on there, a book I really want to read but hasn’t come out yet.
So I filled out all their blanks and then it asks for my birthday, so I’m scrolling through the years available, and it stops at 2000.
You have to be 18?!
People younger than 18 like to read, too!!
(A note: The lower limit of the years was 1918. What about all those 101-year-old book reviewers out there? Can’t they participate either?)
Okay, okay. Lays chips.
What if I do this rant thing in the form of poetry? I’m practicing my poetry.
Warning: Bad Poetry Ahead
Lays, oh Lays
A bag three-quarters full of air
You’re ruining the world
Polluting the Earth with excess plastic
You’re terrible in ways more than one
People crave your misleading snappish crunch
And fill themselves up with grease and salt
(My favorite chips are Pringles.)