My childhood memories can be broken down into two categories: Eating Bugles, and not eating them. One category is filled with happy times of putting the chips on my fingers and eating them one by one; the other...well, I’d rather not talk about it. In case you don’t know, Bugles are the bomb-diggety. So much so, I just said “bomb diggety.” And this probably will never happen again. So, if your childhood is void of any blissful memorie... Read More ›