Would make a half decent nice idea if it were on something else, but seriously, who gives the gift of Pringles at christmas. There are only two answers to that, nay three.
1. You're a fat bastard
...and so is your 'lover' (though you can barely call them that as there's no love-making to be done due to intrusive gutline).
2. You're a cheap bastard
...and you know your lover will, similarly, have put little thought into your gift and sketched out a blowjob token on the back of a crumpled duff lottery ticket that will then be tucked between his/ her tits come Christmas morn for you to 'unwrap' without using your hands.
3. You get gifts from the petrol station.
(And therefore Sir/ Madam, may I also congratulate you. You're one of the fortunate few that manage to avoid the festive PANIC!!! sirens (aka craptastic chrismtas choons blaring) and the excessively premature countdown, consequently totally forgetting Christmas till 9 o'clock Christmas eve, when all that's open is a garage.)
I want to meet persons 2 and 3!
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