

i'm seeing all the old chips.
let the chips fall where they may.
place the chips.
after over a year, i finally know what robin tastes like.
dreaming with open eyes.
i'm not the hottest cookie on the pan, but i'm the one with the most chocolate chips.
dreaming with open eyes.
i'm not the hottest cookie on the pan, but i'm the one with the most chocolate chips.
If I have two chips in the bank how long at what interest rate will it take to earn a third chip?
the hipster blues.
or should i say daily gardettos.
my favorite combination is one of the short stubby ones with sesame seeds on top of one of the rye bread chips.
my six week love, experience, passion, hope, and faith have all been thrown to the bowels of hell.
the entire bowl of chips fell on the floor.
oh...speaking of barbwire...
hairy bone.
thank you, world.
dreams have intrinsic value.
if that's not related then chocolate chips and cookies aren't related either.
sorry audi a3, you no longer complete me, pita chips now complete me.
this is like eating brains.
i don't believe in absolutes.
i'm just a bad boy, that's why i go it alone.
there isn't anything that can't be quantified.
inventing a chocolate chip dispenser for runners.
i like to eat things in threes, such as chocolate chips, three at a time, one on the left, one on the right, and one in the center of the mouth.