pringlekin:

I identify as a can of Pringles. It is not by choice, but driven by something I feel inside, something I’ve felt since I first connected with Pringles.

To those truscum shitlords who degrade my unapologetic lifestyle, consider this: what are you all, but ingredients, packaged up, with an expiration date? Processed to live longer, flavored to the liking of society?

We are all connected.