Will über foodie snob potato chips destory us all?
After scrolling through the photos of the design and execution of Luxirare Crisp potato chips, I am now utterly (ütterly?) convinced that there is no God, and if there once was, she is now working as a fast food call girl on the Vegas Strip. Rome might not have fallen in a day, but had Romulus Augustulus been given some Luxirare Crisps, we might very well be eating peacock and taking vomitorium breaks during our weekly orgies. Damn you, Romulus Augustulus.
See the making of the chip (aka harbinger of western culture’s doom) here…
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