I can't dance. Well, at least not in the traditional sense. All I can do is the freak. It's not my fault. Growing up in the early 90's, most of my dance lessons came from house parties or "kickbacks" that would turn into full fledged house parties. When a cute young lip gloss wearing, body suit with bell bottom jean clad girl my age would ask me to dance, she would automatically proceed to back that thang up on me regardless of the song. It not only became my generation's dance of choice, but the only dance we knew how to do.
I would learn that this was a handicap years later when as an adult, I attended my company's Holiday party. As I was dancing with a co-worker my age, we started out with the proverbial two-step, but eventually that evolved to our natural dance of choice...the freak. I turned her around, grabbed her hands, then proceeded dance inches off of the floor. We tootsie rolled and butterflied in perfect harmony while our pelvises were glued together. When I looked up a few songs into our freak recital, I noticed we were the only people on the dance floor. We gave a rhythmic humping seminar as several Jewish owners, shareholders, and vendors looked on in awe...or maybe shock. Kinda hard to tell between the two. I no longer dance in public in front of family or at family functions, especially weddings, because of this problem
I'm not alone. If you or someone you love attended high school or jr. high between the years of 1990 -1996, then they too may have the same ailment. Apparently based on the pictures above, Michael Jordan is also affected.
Anyway, these are better than I thought they'd be. Upon first bite, I get a strong taste of butter followed by a sweet cinnamon and sugar finish. These flavors work because of the puff texture of the chip. These kinda just melt in your mouth. I can't eat too many in one sitting because they are so sweet. These are much better in moderation. 3.75 outta 5 on the chip mack scale.
I would learn that this was a handicap years later when as an adult, I attended my company's Holiday party. As I was dancing with a co-worker my age, we started out with the proverbial two-step, but eventually that evolved to our natural dance of choice...the freak. I turned her around, grabbed her hands, then proceeded dance inches off of the floor. We tootsie rolled and butterflied in perfect harmony while our pelvises were glued together. When I looked up a few songs into our freak recital, I noticed we were the only people on the dance floor. We gave a rhythmic humping seminar as several Jewish owners, shareholders, and vendors looked on in awe...or maybe shock. Kinda hard to tell between the two. I no longer dance in public in front of family or at family functions, especially weddings, because of this problem
I'm not alone. If you or someone you love attended high school or jr. high between the years of 1990 -1996, then they too may have the same ailment. Apparently based on the pictures above, Michael Jordan is also affected.
Anyway, these are better than I thought they'd be. Upon first bite, I get a strong taste of butter followed by a sweet cinnamon and sugar finish. These flavors work because of the puff texture of the chip. These kinda just melt in your mouth. I can't eat too many in one sitting because they are so sweet. These are much better in moderation. 3.75 outta 5 on the chip mack scale.
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