They don't have these chips anywhere I know here in Eugene/Springfield. Yet I can always find them on road trips. It doesn't make any freaking sense. They are airy and yummy.
3 of my 4 ninjas. Ben tried to shoot one at Jesse outside and we'll never find it now. That's what happened with the damn chicken. Still these are awesome. And scarier to have flying at you then a chicken.
A magnet! Now I know what poker hand is best. I could actually PLAY poker.
The biggest box of nerds EVAR.
My own Ester. In magnet form, of course.