A chip off the ‘ol block
The creator of Doritos passed away last week. Yep. He’s gone to that Cool Ranch in the sky.
And so, I felt compelled to say a few words. (Tells you A LOT about where I’m at, doesn’t it?)
Dear Mr Doritos, I have no idea what you put in those tasty chips… wood, asbestos, crack… but they have always brought me joy (followed by a mild stomach ache).
In your honor, I am going to eat the bejesus out of a bag of your chips, and I will raise my orange-stained hand to you.
ML,
Eliza
