On 9/5/08 1:41 AM, "Ms. Lolly Stevens" <mslollystevens@hotmail.co.uk> wrote:  

Hello Friend,

I know that this mail will come to you as a surprise,please accept the content in good faith. My Name is Ms. Lolly Stevens, the eldest child/daughter Of late Mr. Chico Stevens.My father was a big time farmer in South Wales.

My father was very successful in the farming business. Some top officials In the Government  were Jealous because of his wealth and success in the farming business.They wanted him to  Join them carry out a dubious deal against the Government but he refused, so they plan to kill him and claim all his wealth to finance their dubious deal.On one faithfull day he was driving home and he was assasinated.He was rushed to  the hospital by a good Samaritan but he did not make it.Before his death he transfered most of his fund to a Security company In Holland. 

And I don’t have anyone outside the UK that will stand for me as a beneficiary. They said they are holding (TWENTY MILLION USDOLLARS) for my father.The funds have been deposited there for four years now and it has accumulated charges which I must pay before the consignment will be released 

We will pay you seven million dollars for your help.Sorry I replied late my son was sick. All I have told you is not a joke but a real problem I and my family are facing. 

This is what you should do now. You will contact my family lawyer his name is Barrister Mark Igie, his Email: markigie@googlemail.com Phone: +447031742579 When you contact him through any of those means above you should furnish him with your informations, your phone number,Fax number,Address and your Full name, tell him I directed you and he should advise you on how to get in contact with the security company. DON'T FAIL US, HELP US.

Thank you- Ms. Lolly Stevens  

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From: [xxxxx] Pepe McGraw <zxxx@bxxx.com>
Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2008 12:21:56 -0700
To: "Ms. Lolly Stevens" <mslollystevens@hotmail.co.uk>
Conversation: Reply from Lolly Stevens
Subject: Re: Reply from Lolly Stevens

Lolly,
I knew your father, Chico Stevens.  We met in an Armenian bath house in that hot, passionate spring of 1957.  John McCain was there too.  A good, decent man you father was, one who enjoyed a hearty sweat in the presence of other men.  I was sorry to hear of Chico’s passing.  I too, have lost many a good friend to assassinations perpetrated by the government of Wales.  Merciless bastards, they are.

I understand how the world works, Lolly, and it pains me to inform you that you will never see a dime of your father’s money.  The Wales government undoubtedly has a trace on it.  Who knows what nefarious ends they will put your funds toward, but I can assure you that if you try to access it they’ll hunt you down like a sick rabbit and put a bullet into the base of your neck.  Probably your son too.  The Welsh security services play for keeps, and you'd do well not to cross them.

Look Lolly, seeing as how I was such a fan of your father and listening to what dire straits you are in with your young son, it strikes me that you might come live with me and my family here in America.  I am already very wealthy (I invented Pringles) and I live a quiet life with my family as a gentleman farmer (we run a small turnip farm in Northwestern Arkansas). For several hours labor each week, I could provide you your room and board.  It is hard work, but it is also decent and honorable work, and you will want for nothing while under my roof.    I can arrange business class plane tickets at your earliest convenience.

Let me know how this proposition strikes you. Please understand that I would not cross the Welsh government for any amount of money, let alone seven million dollars.

Sincerely, Pepe McGraw

When I first saw this box of strawberry Whoppers I imagined exactly how they would taste (delicious). They proved dangerously addictive. Any candy that comes in a pourable carton (not shown) can't be good for you. WINNAH!

I didn't originally intend to put Wendy Whoppers in here, but what the hell, I'm not being paid either way for these reviews so I might as well create more hits with her tits. As a bonus, I'll spare you any jokes about wanting to spray her whoppers with malted milk from my balls. DOUBLE WIN!

These Chocolate Skittles really do taste like what they're supposed to taste, yet I discommend them for myriad reasons:

* The soft-crunchy/firm-chewy texture doesn't work for chocolate.

* A handful of different-flavored regular Skittles eaten at once blend together, creating a synergistic singular fruit flavor never intended by Ma Nature. But sorting vanilla/brownie batter/chocolate caramel/chocolate pudding/s'mores is too much to ask of any taste bud.

* The Skittles brand and rainbow don't go with chocolate, just like there should never be fruit-flavored m&m's. The makers were too lazy to make up a new product name? How 'bout...

(No, I didn't make this awesome p-shop. I think you can even buy "Shittles" as a t-shirt).

I bought Chocolate Skittles 2-for-1 at a dollar store, so I guess they're already on their way out. FAIL.

I like Peanut m&m's enough to ignore their numbfuck characters and dumber commercials but this cheating box is a sodomite's dream.

Normally m&m's come packed to the hilt so they RATTLE in the box. Not these bastards in their silent F-U-in-the-A mini-bag. 3.4 ounces is so little candy an anorexic could eat them all and not bother puking. That yellow son-of-a-bitch on the box giving the thumbs up should be wearing a strap-on.

We get enough shit from all sides these days we shouldn't have to watch our backs when we buy candy. FAIL.

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Omdat het water hier deze ochtend met tropische snelheid en in Aziatische hoeveelheden uit de hemel kwam vallen waardoor de zoveelste ochtend-soes-draai’ in bed urenlang de enige optie was. Dat vond ik toch.  Omdat het wel iets heeft, kijken door een open raam naar de neerplenzende regen. Omdat de koloniaal zijn overheerlijk, cholesterol rijke ontbijt heeft klaargemaakt toen het water er genoeg van had. Omdat zijn tomaat uit blik met verse chili, koriander, worcestershire saus en spek-spiegelei het beste ei ter wereld is. Omdat we pas ontbeten om 1 pm toen de zon al scheen. Omdat ik dezer dagen zonder tegenzin de vuile schotels was. Omdat ik een douche rechtstaand op het stoeltje heb genomen met mijn neus in het open vensterraam, met op de voorgrond m’n  familie gele badeenden die meegenoot van het mooie wolkenzicht. Het waren van die wolken waar ge u kunt in laten vallen. Met een duizelingwekkende veerkracht, zo lijken ze wel. Omdat de koloniaal me heeft uitgelachen met mijn “ik-wil-u-zo-graag-pakken-maar-het-is-nu-helaas-niet-het-moment”-blik. Omdat er veel mensen over het leven zagen maar ik daar het nut niet van inzie, noch de verspilde energie. Omdat ik zelfgebakken appeltaart naar een vriend heb gebracht die zich niet echt lekker voelt. Omdat ik ondanks alles heel trouw blijf aan mijn groene Italianer want alweer heb ik me niet laten verleiden tot de aanschaf van een zevenenvijftigste rangs kopij. Omdat ik urenlang in oude platenbakken heb gesnuisterd op de Thiefmarket.  En omdat ik me daar uiteindelijk wel heb laten verleiden.  Door zeventien vinyl platen dan nog wel. Omdat ik voor de aankoop  van die elpees ben afgegaan op het hoesdesign. En omdat dit in de meeste gevallen een, al zeg ik het zelf, uitstekende keuze was. Omdat de zoon en de vader nu samen foto’s aan het nemen zijn. Ergens in de stad. Omdat ik hier nu dus het dak voor mij alleen heb en van die gelegenheid gebruik heb gemaakt om al zeven keer naar eenzelfde plaat te luisteren.  Omdat ik nu niet alleen verliefd ben op mijn koloniaal maar ook op die plaat. Omdat een homovriend van twee vrienden het Grote-penissen-boek cadeau heeft gekregen voor zijn verjaardag  en omdat hij daar heel blij mee is (ik heb zijn gezicht gezien op skype. Amai, dat sprak méér dan boekdelen).  Omdat ik met mijn luie hoofd de planten geen water moet geven omdat er zoveel water uit de lucht is gevallen deze ochtend. Zo maar, gratis en voor niets! Omdat de zoon zich hetzelfde kleedt als de vader als hij op pad gaat om foto’s te nemen. Omdat ze weldra komen afgesnord met de oude Vespa en verse broccoli en  kaas onder de armen. Omdat we straks plakspaghetti gaan eten. Omdat er nog steeds mooie wolken passeren. Omdat ik voor de vijftiende keer naar de platendraaier ga lopen voor een extra rondje van deze plaat: 

Omdat ik nadat ik dit fantastische plakje voor de vijftiende keer had omgedraaid naar de keuken ben gehold, speciaal voor mijn vader, zodat ik worcestershire sauce zonder spellingfouten zou kunnen schrijven en omdat ik daar, als bij toeval, op een doos Pringles ben gebotst – sour cream and onion, mijn favoriet – en omdat ik na die botsing terug moest denken aan gisteren, toen ik verontwaardigd was omdat dat Pringles pak, met opschrift Jumbo Can,  maar half vol zat met chips  die kleiner van formaat waren dan vroeger het geval, en omdat ik nu bij mezelf moet constateren dat het me op dit eigenste moment echt niet kan bommen dat die chips kleiner zijn dan vroeger omdat ik vooral goesting  heb om er een in mijn mond te steken. En omdat dat kan. Voila. Daarom is het leven alweer schoon vandaag 

“Troop 757” is an Ebay seller with an interesting sense of humor. He probably figured, if people bid on cheese sandwiches that look like Elvis, the sky’s the limit, right? Wrong. His listing of a Pringles’ can, with a genuine fart sealed inside, received no bids. I wonder why. Here’s his pitch:

“Pringles Can with Natural Human Odor! Egg and Tuna Scented. Yes, someone has passed gas in the Pringles Can! With the tight sealing lid that smell will last until someone opens it. Leave it at your work break room for that mooch who doesn't bring lunch. Send it to your Friends!! That will fix them! Send it to your boss!!”

Meantime, “A54Rallye” from Iowa tried to sell a roll of toilet paper. No, it wasn’t anything special, it was just that: toilet paper. I guess the reason it didn’t work is because, well, it’s not really all that weird. At least the Pringles can was somewhat original.

Then there’s this week’s real success story: “Annastella007” from Queensland, Australia, caught her dirtbag of a husband cheating, and put the other woman’s panties, accompanied by a used condom packet (size small, ha!), up for sale. Ebay rules forbid the offering of used underwear, so now she relisted with the promise of a picture of the panties. When I last checked, bidding had reached over $300, which –even though I have no clue who this woman is- makes me a little happy. Seems like she deserves it.

Check out her story; her list number is 250280309940 or click:  http://bestof.ebay.com/

I have to say it's quite delicious. I'm not sure what it has to do with the fall, but it does have pretty red leaves all over the can.

Prima mea posibila inventie... Poker Chips. Chipsuri pentru poker... Vin in cutii ca chipsurile pringles. Minim 4 diferite arome. Cand vrei sa joci poker dar nu ai jetoane, folosesti Poker Chips. Poti cumpara si pachetele promotionale de 4 cutii de chipsuri + pachet de carti de joc marca Poker Chips. Joci poker, si iti mananci jetoanele.

Ce ziceti, ar prinde ideea? Voi ati cumpara asa ceva pentru serile de jucat poker?

Paul Lettice, P&G’s trade communications manager, says the market for premium large sharing bag products grew by 21% and 13% over the last two years - ahead of all other segments.

With that in mind P&G has developed a range of six products which will be the subject of a “multi-million pound” support package this year – TV, print, online and sampling “which will be huge”.

The product range comprises: Italian Cheese with a Hint of Garlic; Thai Sweet Chilli; Sea Salt & Balsamic Vinegar; Spicy Szechuan BBQ and Sundried Tomato with Basil and Paprika. They are all available in 150g bags which retail at £1.48.

Färgen är gulaktig, tänk saffransris. Konsistensen är...äh, hela tanken med Pringles är väl att chipsen ska se ut likadant oavsett smak, så inget nytt här. Om man blundar och stoppar ett i munnen får smaken en att tänka på Bollywood-filmer med massdans, kvinnor med ring i näsan och män med skospetsar som strävar uppåt så långt att de krullar sig. Jag antar att de lyckades med vad de eftersträvade...en smak av något man varken antagligen inte förknippar med chips eller utbristit "Varför har de inte gjort [insert random flavour]-chips än? Jag blir vansinnig!" med nämnda smak som argument till hakparenteserna.

Betyg: Fem Mahatma Gandhi med kulspruta av tio möjliga.

Nästa gång ska jag leta efter messmörsbågar.

During my years as a pizza delivery guy I have developed an addiction to talk radio. Deminski and Doyle, one of my all time favorite radio teams had one hell of a run on afternoon drive for nearly 8 years before they were taken off the air in December of 07. As a thank you to their loyal fanbase D & D would have yearly open houses where they would invite listeners to the station during the show to hang out and watch how the show was done. A few years back Deminski made some classy hors d'oeuvres. He was cool enough to E-mail me the recipe.

Pringleezies

 

1 can Pringles (original preferred)

1 can EasyCheese (cheese like product)

 

 

Take one Pringle, gently squirt on generous enough amount of EasyCheese to cover chip but leave about a 1/4 inch border.  Place second Pringle over top first and lightly press down.  Should be assembled shortly before eating to avoid absorption/soggy chip.  Best eaten after night of drinking heavily.

 

 

Deminski and Doyle are currently honoring a 12 month non-compete claus in their contract, which began around the first of this year. In the mean time Deminski is running www.deminskianddoyleshow.com where you can read his take on life, the issues, current events and the types of situations Rudy drinks himself into, along with updates on whats next for the radio show. It's alot like what he does on the radio, but in blog form.

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negative letters to parents from teacher –Don't see this too often, seems teachers can't really get too negative in letters to parents anymore. Long ago, a teacher could write a letter to a parent outlining all the social, mental and emotional problems about a troubled student. The parent often looked at this with compassion and understanding, even taking the time out to thank the teacher for pointing out potential problems. Teachers spend more time with the students than the parents do, so it is vital the teacher contact the family and discuss what needs to be done to help the child. Nowadays, this type of critiquing is considered an affront to the parents. How dare they say there's a problem with my child! Obviously the teacher doesn't know how to handle students! In rare instances, this may be the case, but my advice is to listen to the teacher and take this opportunity to HELP your child's development, not hinder it. I wasn't the greatest student or best behaved kid myself…and my parents listened to my teachers. What can I say? I went to a great school and had great teachers.

pringles small –Its rude to comment on the size of someone's Pringles. Not everybody's Pringles are the same size!

"jellyfish brain" meaning – How ironic that you (whoever you may be) are looking for the meaning of this. It means you're stupid. No, really! I'm not being a jerk, that's what it means! Don't be that way, I didn't mean it personally! Come back! Ahh…forget it.

the power of idiots - Nothing is more powerful than a group of idiots coming together and deciding things. See: Iraq War. Also see: My Home Owners Association. This Demotivator is right on the money:

what kinds of monkeys will not attack you - When it comes to monkeys, assume all monkeys will attack you. Never turn your back on a monkey, unless, of course, he's trying to scratch your face off.

can you survive on peanut butter – I understand food prices are sky high, but just eating peanut butter alone won't work. Even Elvis had to eat more than PB&J. He had a PB&J&B (which was either a Peanut butter, Barbiturate and Jelly sandwich with Bananas or a Peanut Butter sandwich with J&B)

positive and negative of volcanoes -
Volcanoes have positive and negative sides, just like all things. On the one side, volcanoes erupt spewing lava that creates islands or enrich soil on existing land masses, but on the bad side, if you live near the spewing lava, fire insurance is very expensive. When Mt. Pinatubo erupted in 1991 it actually cooled the planet by a degree. When Mt. Vesuvius erupted it killed at least 1150 people. Volcanoes can supply us with geothermal energy. Unfortunately many volcanoes are used as the lairs of many an evil Genius.

how to start bad employee review - This one's tricky. Are you asking how to start a "bad" employee review or how to start a review of a bad employee?

If you want to write a bad review, starting off with profanity is always a good…or in this case bad way to start a review. Getting personal is also a bad tactic. Being specific about the employee's looks, eating habits and even their spouse is a perfect way to offend. Be as vague as possible so the employee will have no way to improve since they won't even know what issues you are addressing.

If you want to write a review for a bad employee…well that's a bit different. First and foremost, be honest. Sugar coating the issue and hoping it goes away won't fix anything. Don't just describe the problem, show clear examples of the problems at hand. Try to show some compassion but also let it be known that these problems need to be effectively handled. Not everyone is great at their jobs; many may not even be good at them. Reviews allow you to openly identify weaknesses and allow opportunities for improvement. They also show justification for letting someone go if the problems do not get resolved.

I was sitting in a Workplace Ethics class yesterday night when we were discussing topics like fraud, misrepresentation, lies of commission vs. lies of omission. A fellow student briefly mentioned the "Pringles case" according to which we can not call Pringles potato chips anymore. Everyone had a puzzled expression in their face. Another visibly outraged student exclaimed: "Yes! I read about that, too! That's because less than 40% of what they're made of are potatoes!"

I was confused.

In a world where "healthy nutrition" is more and more propagated, we're being bombarded on a daily basis by alarming news about the dangers related to the food we consume. Mad cow disease, bird flu, swine fewer, spoiled meat scandals (I vividly remember the commotion 2005 in Germany), genetically modified food, the fast food witch-hunt (who wasn't shocked by "Super Size Me"?) and the list goes on and on. I will leave it up to you whether all the commotion was legitimate.

But I decided to look into the Pringles case and came across a Los Angeles Times article dated July 5, 2008. Turns out, a London judge ruled Pringles are indeed not potato chips. The whole issue was originated by a tax dispute about Britain's 17.5% sales tax. "Luckily", due to the outcome of the dispute, Pringles can now be sold tax-free in Britain, since they don't fulfill the legal definition of "potato crisps" (the British term for "chips").

The judge of the Supreme Court didn't say what Pringles are, other than that they're tax-exempt. Not adding further information, this could leave us quite concerned. The unanswered question in my head would still be: So what the heck are they made of??" And the answer seems to be "baked dough" (and not potato slices). Alright, so this doesn't seem too bad, after all, does it?

But are those little pieces of crucial information the ones that will spread around? I guess not. Yesterday's class was a great example. As soon as the main point came across (they only made us BELIEVE Pringles are potato chips) everyone's reaction was the same: shaking of heads, mumbling and an overall outraged atmosphere.

Sure, they're now saving taxes, but are they sacrificing parts of their reputation?

Is this whole media induced paranoia making us less objective (and God knows this doesn't only apply to the food industry)?

Does the fear of food make us healthier human beings?

You decide.

well ennyway wen mama told dada abowt the piknik and the littel girls and the free fud dada sed "maybe they thawt yoo wer homeless wot wer yoo waring?"  mama sed in a lowd voise "i wuz waring nice clothes i didn't luk like a homeless persun!!!!"  she sez maybe it is in the samoan kultcher to share fud with peepul but dada stil sez they thawt she wuz homeless even if she wuz waring cloths withowt holez in them for wunse most the holez in mamas cloths are my fault but luk they got mama a can of pringuls so it all evens owt in the end ha ha ok bye

Well I sit here with a half-eaten can of Pringles Salt & Vinegar. If you know me at all, you know that I LOVE to eat. Mark really hit the nail on the head last week about me. He said “Gina, you are you’re Mamaw. You are a 36 yr. old grandmother about wanting to cook and everybody to eat, whether they want to or not.” He is 100% right. My Mamaw Dee wasn’t educated, but had a lot of godly wisdom, she had a heart for the needy and faith that God could do anything. Now I’m not saying I’m all that she was, but my heart (I do believe) is in tune with the way her heart was. Mamaw always struggled with her weight, because her favorite place was in the kitchen cooking for people she loved, or sittin’ round the table with coffee and dessert with the people she loved. As I said, I am very much like her. So I guess I’m trying to justify this Pringles thing. After I had already decided I was going to eat as many Pringles as I wanted, I glanced at the portion size. I laughed internally. The can says 6 serving per container. 15 crisps per serving. Ha!Ha!Ha! Portion size for who?? I don't live in munchkinz-land. So I said “forget this, I’m eatin’ what I want. And that’s what I’ve done. Now I’m at that stage of questioning. “Why did I do that? Why did I not do that?” I’ve been doing better about my eating, and had really done good at Fuge and since, but last night started my decline. I had a few guests- Rachel, Rebekah, Holly, Megan, plus my own Meagan Adam and Chloe. So as we sat around, I grazed like a cow at pasture. Then today, even though I’m not even supposed to eat for minimum 30 minutes after I take my medicine, within about 10 of taking it I was eating Pringles (before 9:00 am!!) I hate it when I do this. I’m in the wrong. I know that I’m in the wrong. I feel gross and disgusting.

Psalm 103

1-2 O my soul, bless God. From head to toe, I'll bless his holy name!
O my soul, bless God,
don't forget a single blessing!

3-5 He forgives your sins—every one.
He heals your diseases—every one.
He redeems you from hell—saves your life!
He crowns you with love and mercy—a paradise crown.
He wraps you in goodness—beauty eternal.
He renews your youth—you're always young in his presence.

6-18 God makes everything come out right;
he puts victims back on their feet.
He showed Moses how he went about his work,
opened up his plans to all Israel.
God is sheer mercy and grace;
not easily angered, he's rich in love.
He doesn't endlessly nag and scold,
nor hold grudges forever.
He doesn't treat us as our sins deserve,
nor pay us back in full for our wrongs.
As high as heaven is over the earth,
so strong is his love to those who fear him.
And as far as sunrise is from sunset,
he has separated us from our sins.
As parents feel for their children,
God feels for those who fear him.
He knows us inside and out,
keeps in mind that we're made of mud.
Men and women don't live very long;
like wildflowers they spring up and blossom,
But a storm snuffs them out just as quickly,
leaving nothing to show they were here.
God's love, though, is ever and always,
eternally present to all who fear him,
Making everything right for them and their children
as they follow his Covenant ways
and remember to do whatever he said.

Have you done something today and are faced with the reality of it? Maybe you’re in financial disaster because you put yourself there. Maybe you have heart disease because you ate too much grease. Maybe you have ugly hair because you’re never satisfied with it, and now it’s all fried. (That was for the ladies) Maybe you have a sprained back because you tried to look tough and do something that you really weren’t physically able to do (that was for men) My sins are my fault. Many of the situations I find myself in today are my fault. Sometimes I feel so ashamed to be me. But today I have hope and you can too. God wants us both to realize that our life truly is saved under his love. He knows that when He rescues us in unexplainable ways in an outpouring of generous mercy, we realize that we truly can not say it was us. Sometimes he allows us and things to get really bad so that we can realize we really are bad-outside of Him. The hope is that at those times we realize that nothing about us caused a good thing to happen.

I had a situation recently that seemed to be improved. I tried to think of what I had done to change that situation. I truly couldn’t come up with any tangible thing. My prayer time about it hadn’t changed. I wasn’t any more committed than I had been. I just couldn’t say that anything had been different and I think maybe for this first time I realized that God wants me to understand “God is sheer mercy and grace;
not easily angered, he's rich in love.” And I did understand. If we could achieve peace and happiness and a fruitful life strictly on the basis of what we do to achieve it, then our focus would be on our own strength. So God allows us to fall, and then through his sheer mercy and grace, helps us. The bi-product is the desire to do things to tell God we love him, and show it by our actions.

I remember a while back that I was struggling and wrestling with this. I wanted to be able to give a person a 3 bulleted outline of how to obtain God’s mercy. But when I had gotten from point A. (the problem), to point B. (the answer), I was left with confusion. It was like “OK, I went through all this and now its better, so what? How did I get here? What did I do get here? What can I share with people?” But the “so what” is this: There’s no certain amount of steps that GUARANTEE you’ll get any prayer answered, or that this or that will happen (I believe). What I realized is that my life is totally in the hands of God. It shows who he is when he takes a person who is in a really bad situation, even when it is of their own making, especially of their own making, and says “If you ask, I’ll forgive you. I’m gonna get you out of this mess, if you want my help.” We must accept God’s love and want his help for us to receive this underserved goodness. I’m not saying your help with be any certain thing, but I am saying God will be your help. This concept is contrary to popular belief. Popular belief says “Anything YOU set your mind to you can achieve.” Popular belief says “You got yourself into this mess. Now you have to get yourself out of it.” Popular belief says “God helps those who help themselves.” Popular belief says a lot of things. Just remember…………..Jesus wasn’t popular, and we won’t be either.

Say, Godiva, maybe you used to be European, but I'm pretty sure you're now owned by Campbell's, and your main plant is in Pennsylvania. I'm pretty sure they don't say cacao over in Pennsylvania. I'm pretty sure all they do over in Pennsylvania is talk about the Philadelphia Eagles, and Rocky.

Would anyone like a handful of my Raisinets? The raisins are covered in milk cacao. Or how about a bowl of Cacao Puffs?

Speaking of cereal, the guy in front of me at the supermarket today bought 40 boxes of cereal, 10 each of: Cheerios, Frosted Cheerios, Golden Grahams, and Cacao Puffs. Yes, there was a sale. No, he does not have a million kids. He said he only has one.

I saved $1.00 on Gorton's Garlic & Herb Fish Fillets.

I paid in exact change, which included thirteen pennies. Now, if companies in the States would stop thinking they're tricking consumers when they price items $__.99, we could get rid of pennies, like basically every other intelligent country has done.

And then we could seriously for real call our cocoa cacao, and I would be fine with that, if there were no more pennies.

Finally, if you have the choice to purchase either a container of Pringles (pizza flavor) on sale for $1.00, or Pringles Selects (parmesan garlic flavor) at regular price for $3.29, do not select (pun intended!) Pringles Selects. They aren't bad, but they taste just like regular Pringles, which maybe would be good if they were a diet soda, but not good when they are supposably a primo snackidge food.

Outness.

Believe it or not this was aired last year.  Kidding.

Reading in the WSJ about a British tax court having declared Pringles to no longer have potato chip status brought to mind a day long ago when I went to hear author Gene Wolfe speak. The Chicago Public Library was sponsoring a series of "Meet the Writer" talks among which was one to be given by Mr. Wolfe. Having just read his "New Sun" tetralogy (the one beginning with Shadow of the Torturer), I made a point to attend. My real motive was not admiration for his novels -- which baffled me then and baffle me still -- but to ask, if questions were allowed, was it true that he had helped design the machine that produced Pringle™ potato chips? Engaging casually with the sizable audience, Mr. Wolfe was so winning, funny and self-effacing that, when questions were taken, I couldn't bring myself to ask one I was afraid might seem disrespectful. I left without an answer. For years thereafter I dwelt in darkness. Fortunately, this glad day, thanks to Wikipedia, no more. He did.

Source: Hannah Fletcher, Times Online.

When is a crisp not a crisp? When it is more like a cake or biscuit. And when its shape is derived not from nature but nurture.

So ruled the High Court in London yesterday when it gave judgment that Pringles, the crisps-in-a-tube are not, in fact, crisps at all, and therefore are not subject to VAT. The judgment will save the manufacturer, Procter & Gamble (P&G), millions of pounds.

P&G’s appeal to the High Court followed a VAT and Duties Tribunal decision in May that decided Pringles fell within the category of “potato crisps, potato sticks, potato puffs and similar products made from the potato, or from potato flour, or from potato starch”.

While most food products in Britain are exempt from VAT, this category is not and Pringles, with its global sales of £1 billion, would have been subject to standard VAT at 17.5 per cent.

But P&G argued that although Pringles had some potato content, they were made from dough and therefore more akin to a cake or biscuit.

“The appearance and taste of a Pringle is not that of a potato crisp,” insisted Richard Cordara, QC. “It has none of the irregularity and variety of shape that is always present in crisps.

“It has a shape not found in nature, being designed and manufactured for stacking, and giving a pleasing and regular undulating appearance which permits comfortable eating.

“In this respect, it is unlike a potato crisp and, I would add, a potato stick or puff.”

He added: “A Pringle does not taste like a crisp or otherwise behave like one. Crisps give a sharply crunchy sensation under the tooth and have to be broken down into jagged pieces when chewed.

“It is totally different with a Pringle. Indeed, a Pringle is designed to melt down on the tongue.” P&G claimed that true crisps did not contain the non-potato flours found in Pringles, which are made from corn flour, wheat starch and rice flour as well as potato flour.

They also said that shoppers did not regard Pringles as potato crisps.

Despite citing research to the contrary showing that consumers are quick to group Pringles with potato crisps, Mr Justice Warren said yesterday that to fall within the taxed potato category, “the product must be wholly, or substantially wholly, made from potato”.

Pringles have a potato content of about 42 per cent. “As a result, this appeal is allowed because regular Pringles are not, on the facts found, ‘made from the potato, or from potato flour, or from potato starch’ within the legal requirement and are exempt from VAT,” he said.

After the ruling, a spokeswoman for P&G said “We are pleased that Pringles are now being appropriately categorised for VAT alongside many other savoury snacks with which it competes in the market.”

Revenue & Customs, which was ordered to pay the £100,000 legal costs and will be missing out on millions of pounds of tax from sales of Pringles, is considering an appeal.

La justicia británica dictamina que las populares Pringles no son patatas fritas

Las Pringles, el popular 'snack' famoso por su envase en forma de tubo, no son patatas fritas, según ha dictaminado el Tribunal Supremo británico.

Su empaquetado de una "forma antinatural" y el hecho de que contiene menos del 50% de su principal componente, la patata, han hecho que el juez haya tomado su decisión.

Como resultado, según publica la BBC , las Pringles, en todos sus sabores, van a quedar exentas de impuestos.

De esta manera, el fabricante de Pringles, Procter & Gamble, se ahorrará millones de libras y los consumidores probablemente tendrán que pagar menos.

La ley británica del IVA de 1994 señala que para que un producto deba asumir el IVA "tiene que contener patata prácticamente en su totalidad".

Fuente | 20minutos.es

It’s official that is if you hadn’t already realised, but Pringles have never had a meaningful relationship with potatoes.

A High Court judge in London recently ruled Pringles had more in common with biscuits, cakes and other such confection, rather than potato food stuffs. Something which could cause the traditional 'dunking' biscuit to be superseded by the 'dunkable' Pringle.

This fact was described in particular poetic eloquence by Richard Cordara QC, appearing for Pringle manufactures P&G, told the High Court: 'The appearance and taste of a Pringle is not that of a potato crisp.

'It has none of the irregularity and variety of shape that it always present in crisps. It has a shape not found in nature being designed and manufactured for stacking. A Pringle does not taste like a crisp, or otherwise behave like one. It is totally different.

'A Pringle is designed to melt down on the tongue. It is not designed to present the kind of jagged sensations associated with a crisp or similar product.'

Crisps are made from slicing and frying a slice of potato, Pringles, by contrast, are made from dough like a cake or biscuit, but with some potato content’. He said.

The case came to court because UK Customs and Excise were argued Pringles were potato crisps and therefore subject to VAT at 17.5 per cent. Pringles sales are worth more than £100million a year in Britain and under UK law, most foodstuffs are exempt from VAT.

Natürlich waren es keine Gutmenschenmotive, die zu dem Prozess geführt haben, sondern schlichte Gelderwägungen: auf Chips muss in Großbritannien Mehrwertsteuer gezahlt werden, aber auf die meisten Lebensmittel nicht. Und da der Kartoffelgehalt von Pringles deutlich unter 50% liegt (42%), sie außerdem aus einer Art Teig hergestellt werden - daher die regelmäßige Form - sind sie nicht unter Chips zu zählen. Ich fand Pringles und Chipsletten immer schon merkwürdig und habe die dunkle Vermutung, dass für die Herstellung der letzte Dreck in Scheiben gepresst wird, aber einen solchen Prozess zu gewinnen, das hätte ich nicht für möglich gehalten.

Was lernt uns das? Nicht einmal die Hersteller selber glauben daran, dass sie Chips herstellen.

P&G had gone to the High Court in London to appeal a VAT and Duties Tribunal decision in May that the snack was subject to VAT as it was a potato crisp product, unlike most foodstuffs that are exempt from the tax.

With global sales of $US1 billion ($1.04 billion), P&G had argued Pringles were not similar to potato crisps, due to their texture, "mouth melt" taste, uniform colour and regular shape which "is not found in nature". (news)