I Eat My Pringles with a Fork (and Other Equally Absurd Poems)
I eat my Pringles with a fork, …I don't know why I do it. The crisp is broken straight away, The fork just goes right through it.
I'm Ralph Jones. I usually know what to say about myself, but at the moment I'm stuck. Not literally. All right, let's just say I'm 20 years old and I love to write comedy. I'm 20 years old; I go to the University of Birmingham (in England...); I write for and am a performer in The Awkward Silence; I run a writing magazine called Scribble Trip and a comedy newspaper called The Jugular. I harpoon midgets.
I eat my Pringles with a fork, …I don't know why I do it. The crisp is broken straight away, The fork just goes right through it.