Also: funny story about Pringles. My brother and I had two dogs, one for each of us, as teenagers, and they would eat ANYTHING. I mean anything. From their dog food to crickets, grasshoppers, lizards and frogs. Plus they would eagerly lap up our boy spit on the ground. But I remember clearly that they would never eat a Pringles. Once I dropped one on the ground, and they both sniffed at it and turned up their noses. Makes you wonder what the hell those things are made out of, huh? I think we told our mother to stop buying them for us.